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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. |
| Lines The lines upon my face, engravings of the years, hieroglyphs of history, battle scars of life and time, record of the pain and gain, imprint of the loss and hurt, the triumph and armistice, the mirror knows it all. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 08.10.22 Prompt: Lines. |
| Gravy In the land of Mashed Potato where the peas roll from Laredo red the carrots round the edges roasted beef all sliced and wedges there the gravy rains as blessing brown and rich the taters dressing down the canyons hot and steaming to fill the mind with mealtime dreaming. Line count: 8 Trochaic tetrameter For Express It In Eight, 08.09.22 Prompt: Gravy. |
| Physics The balance teeters in the wind, weight shifting slightly from one side to another, but compensation rules, equilibrium returns and movement ceases. In the distance, waves crash upon the shore, obeying their own instructions. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 08.08.22 Prompt: Illustration of rocks in balance on the shore. |
| Scribble If the muse is perhaps a type of sybil, a lady of great wisdom and foresight, then I might not feel the need to quibble, could avail myself of her famed insight. Perhaps make sense of my lit’ry dribble to raise me above all this common blight, invigorate my usual scribble, transforming it to a vision of light. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab 10 syllables per line For Express It In Eight, 08.07.22 Prompt: Scribble. |
| Westward Wanderlust drove them, westward, ever westward, their slow caterpillars of wagons creaking, creeping, across the empty plains, blue mountains distant draw them to the pass and hope beyond to settle. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 08.06.22 Prompts: Wanderlust and Settle. |
 Mantis It’s so easy being green, here amongst the leaves, to be silent and unseen; you’ll not have time to grieve, these folded arms will spring, as samurai swords unsheathed, to my embrace will bring, and ease my hunger’s need. Line count: 8 Rhymed ababcdcd For Express It In Eight, 08.03.22 Prompt: As per illustration. |
 Inscrutable The tuxedo fits him like a glove; he wears it as though born to this, these privileged environments, his natural habitat, his world, and he still, silent, immovable, as his gaze falls on you, a glance penetrating to your very core, his cat’s eyes narrowed in disdain. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 08.02.22 Prompt: As per illustration. |
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