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The second of my collections of poems written for "Express It In Eight." |
| As usual these days, I choose blog format because it offers more space for the work. |
| LIfe Lessons Life lessons in the classroom of experience that rigid master of the developing soul scratching the squeaking words on the dusty chalkboard and our suffering in rapt silence at learning’s knee. This was the teacher of old school unbroken no empty vessel of propaganda barely from her teens this was the strict icon of discipline and power to inflict pain and reason on inattentive minds. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 04.27.24 Prompt: Life lessons. |
 Mossman Mossman creeping across the bark down low amongst the humus soil a creature of the damp and dark in secret growth his soul doth coil But now in species friendship true a gesture brave and quite unique extends he once a tiny hand to you and you into his world do peek. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 04.26.24 Prompt: As per illustration. |
| Footprints Footprints in the mind of memory places we once knew signs and rhymes of other times ages we pass through. Gone from daily hue and cry deeds of former days in silent moments now they rise unbidden from the haze. Line count: 8 Rhymed abcb For Express It In Eight, 04.25.24 Prompt: Write a poem about footprints. |
| Moonshine Always the bridesmaid and never the bride, here in the darkness forever I ride, while there in the black skies she revels in blue, my face turned to hers to honour her due. So rarely my chance for sweet recompense, I’ll not say revenge, but it’s pleasure intense to swing through her sky and stand in the way, now shadowed her light and darkened her day. Line count: 8 Rhmed aabb For Express It In Eight, 04.24.24 Prompt: Write a poem from the moon’s point of view. |
| Oops 4 I always say, “Oops” when life hands me scoops of poops in our groups and snoops on our stoeps. When a thing falls from hands and butter down, lands, it’s a way we can stand and pretend life is grand. Line count: 8 Rhymed aaaa bbbb For Express It In Eight, 04.23.24 Prompt: Oops. |
| Unroll the Revolution Kudos to the one who found it, that gossamer film so thin it sticks to all around it, even itself, another skin that floats away, then holds on tight, surrounds and springs its trap; oh, we all know well the fight we’ve had with mighty Saran wrap. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 04.21.24 Prompt: Write a poem about something that clings. |
| A Painted Window A painted window is like a life filled with light, bright with potential to the innocent mind. Thus coloured and dim with pain and regret, the brushstrokes of vengeance now clouding the view. Line count: 8 For Express It In Eight, 04.20.24 Prompt: A ___ window - replace the blank with a word or phrase of your choice and make that the title of your poem. |
| Unusual “I’m special,” she said, the darling daughter, as she preened before the mirror, flouncing her green hair and painting her lips black, tattooed with doves and flowers, and dreaming of entitlements. Then she wandered off into the crowd. Word count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 04.19.24 Prompt: Write a poem about something unusual. |
 Recluse I don’t get out much the world’s a different place it’s colder now and harder and all my friends are gone drifted to another land and they never write leaving me alone I don’t get out much. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 04.18.24 Prompt: As per illustration. |
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