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 |  Entries to Express It In Eight from September 2020 to the present . |
| The number of poems enforces the use of blog format with ten poems per page. |
| Summer Song Summer takes the cloak from spring, dries it, throws it over shoulder, stills the morning birdsong clamour, paints the trees in darkened hue, breathes a heated midday pause, sings with constant cricket voice, lingers in the long and limpid evening, bakes another fruitful harvest. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 06.20.23 Prompt: Personify summer in a poem. |
| Ocean Splashing at the edge of life, we play in the shallows, deaf to the ocean’s strife, the abyss of endless fallow. Not for us the crushing deep and twinkling monster’s lights, cascading dust that lulls to sleep, in the realm of infinite night. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 06.19.23 Prompt: Shallow. |
| Poor Sink The kitchen sink gurgles in relief or desperation, at least it’s not been burgled but left in sad stagnation. Always the exception rejected as the bride, drained is its perception and ever clogged its pride. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 06.18.23 Prompt: Everything but the kitchen sink. |
| Forever The thing about forever, it might as well be never, since we will never get there and in this life you’ll not care. Think of it as a movie, no matter how it’s groovy, two hours, enough, any more and your butt will be so sore. Line count: 8 Rhyming couplets For Express It In Eight, 06.16.23 Prompt: The truth about forever. |
| Dial What does the needle dread so much, what is it makes it tremble? It shivers from the slightest touch and fear it does resemble. Is it that the lady fair does not require an answer? When standing on the scales she dares, she dreams of being dancer. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 06.15.23 Prompt: Write a trembly poem. |
 Surreal Watch carefully, children, don’t make a spectacle of yourself, for Salvador is on the prowl, just dial Dali laid in Aldi, the clouds are torn in Moon impressions, you do the desert dance, and, in the evening greening sunset, surreal is the day. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 06.24.23 Prompt: As per illustration. |
| Map I’d rather read a map spread out upon my lap, with features tried and true, all solidly in view, than cast my journey’s fate, and my chance of being late, on some recorded voice whose name is prob’ly Joyce. Line count: 8 Rhymed couplets For Express It In Eight, 06.13.23 Prompt: Write a map poem. |
| Dark Days The sullen skies of winter, overcast and grey, shade the land with foreboding, our thoughts dark and futile, unrelieved by summer’s hopes; the nation stands upon the brink, torn this way and that, as fools debate nonsense. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 06.12.23 Prompt: Sullen. |
| Autobiography Forgetfulness, the great editor of life, erases swathes, omits transgressions, whitewashes sins, papers over, while memory stands by and tuts. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 06.11.23 Prompt: “Edit your life…” |
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