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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. |
| 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. |
| Falling It’s not the falling that I mind, the sudden launching into space, the mind confused, below, behind the world a blur in careless race. Down is up and up is down, and all is spinning past my eyes - I’ll deal with all this giddy round, but it’s the landing I despise. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 04.17.24 Prompt: Write a poem about falling. |
| Old Age Is it really yesterday already? There’s so much I had to say, and now the times are folded over with dreams so long forgotten and memories before us spread. I’ve honed my skills of long ago, filled up my drawer of things to keep, the rainy day may be tomorrow. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 04.16.24 Prompt: Skills of yesteryear. |
| Comfort Clothes There’s a hole in my T-shirt But it doesn’t hurt It’s true that my jeans Are really has-beens If I wear a jacket You’d say it was knackered And my sweater’s so worn It goes beyond torn. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 04.15.24 Prompt: Worn. |
| Aloft All this night at the clock tower nocturnal soars the hunter through the dark and secret air silent in its shadowed strike. Fast asleep in pillowed bed dreams the Duke of daytime fame wings his thoughts above the world owlish desire to touch the sky. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 04.14.24 Prompt: Photo of night bird flying past a clock tower. |
| Onward Captured by the road they took less than they were owed leaving everything behind and no intent upon their minds out to the wide blue yonder the compass set to wander a journey without end their broken lives to mend. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 04.13.24 Prompt: “The Way” by Fastball. |
| Struck Shocked to the core the very heart wood switched to instant heat as the current races to recumbent earth and I in pillared flame with soul consumed in conflagration. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 04.12.24 Prompt: Photo of lightning striking a tree and setting it instantly ablaze. |
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