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May 10, 2022 at 6:36am
May 10, 2022 at 6:36am
#1032200
Swings

Swing low, sweet chariot,
squealing in the currents of air,
echo the wild shrieks of children,
“Higher, Daddy, higher!”
as the world speeds by,
launching us to the sky,
wind playing in our faces
and daily cares forgotten.



Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express Ity In Eight, 05.10.22
Prompt: Photo of old, deserted swing set.

May 6, 2022 at 11:18am
May 6, 2022 at 11:18am
#1032039
Dandelions

Where did dandelions grow
before the lawn’s invention?
Surely nature’s brave commandos
sent with full intention,
the fly in verdant ointment,
designed to spoil perfection,
thus their divine appointment
a floral insurrection.



Line count: 8
Rhymed ababcdcd
For Express It In Eight, 05.06.22
Prompt: Dandelions.

May 4, 2022 at 9:52am
May 4, 2022 at 9:52am
#1031904
Unequivocal Fact Nos. 39 and 40

You tell me that, “Time
is not a line but a dimension,
like the dimensions of space”
and, if I reply, “It’s a matter
of semantics,” you call me
antisemantic.

Such is the modern world where the camera never lies.
It’s Photoshop.



Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 05.04.22
Prompt: “Time is not a line but a dimension, like the dimensions of space.”
"I am a camera with its shutter open, quite passive, recording, not thinking."

May 3, 2022 at 12:05pm
May 3, 2022 at 12:05pm
#1031851
Birds rise en masse to meet the brightening sky as deer watches.


Song of Departure

Now the creeping mists of autumn
soak with dew the morning grass,
and the pastel sunrise spreads
the coming winter’s message,
so you rise in massing chorus,
eager now to leave these skies,
heading south towards the sun
and I, alone, to face the freeze.



Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 05.03.22
Prompt: As per illustration.
May 2, 2022 at 2:45pm
May 2, 2022 at 2:45pm
#1031817
Shipwreck

The night was dark, lit only by flashes
of lightning in the raging skies,
our desperation given voice
by the rampant waves and pounding thunder,
cold our panic as the water flooded the deck,
and we loosed the ropes to launch the boat,
but not as cold as those northern seas,
no comfort as we escaped the foundered ship.



Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 05.02.22
Prompt: Illustration of storm at sea and ship sinking.


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