%%USERNAME%%    %%ACCWORDS%% %%ONOFF%% |
 |
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. |
| A Punctual Poem Right on time you made it on the line neither here nor there no waiting anywhere Life calculated in seconds tabulated you’ll not make me surly cos I’m always early. Line count: 8 Rhyming couplets For Express It In Eight, 03.21.24 Prompt: Write a punctual poem. |
| Road to Anywhere Stop reading, my mind has gone, and there’s no guarantee of where we might be headed. It could be another’s memories of India or, more likely, a baked potato on an illicit fire. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 03.20.24 Prompt: Stop reading my mind. |
| Confound That Man! Confounding expectations, that’s my game, let them dream then wake them, ever the aim, in all things I shall be delectable, and that is by being unpredictable, the skies I shall paint a vibrant yellow, silence I’ll interrupt with a bellow, the words I will twist to mean opposite, and all purities just a composite. Line count: 8 Rhyming couplets, ten syllables per line For Express It In Eight, 03.19.24 Prompt: Confounding. |
 Guardian Hold on there, traveller! Thou shalt not pass, my arms akimbo, myriad fingers spread upon the sky, I leer with yawning mouth, and lean upon the way, till toll is paid to sentry’s bold alert. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 03.18.24 Prompt: As per illustration. |
| Field of Dreams Here the herds of peaceful dreams are scattered upon the green, quietly grazing on the days of daisies, the gracile grasses granted, lazing sleepy under a midnight sun, a blanketing warmth spread upon the meadow and the soft-eyed creatures chewing on the cud. Here too the wild nightmares go thundering through the herds, hooves kicking up the sod and so stirring shattered sensibilities, staring eyes fixated upon their fear, chasing somnolent existence from the field, out into the dread and darkness of a sudden waking. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 03.17.24 Prompt: Field of dreams. |
 Graffiti At the height of its popularity and in a spirit of modularity, there were so many painting, in the crowds they were fainting, that they ran out of space on every wall, every place, so each was assigned a few inches to mind. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 03.16.24 Prompt: As per illustration. |
 Jumping Into Focus as the pieces of kaleidoscope will form their sudden pattern, as camouflage betrays itself with movement, a flicking ear, a swatting tail, a blinking eye, as meaning from the coded page yields to the reading mind, as cameras we become. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 03.15.24 Prompt: Take the phrase "Jumping into (blank)" , replace the blank with a word or phrase, and make that the title of your poem. |
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
