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. |
Ode for a Passing Smoke like interstellar dust between the galaxies caught by the satellite Hubble in a distant instant and coloured by computer to teach the human eye the wonders and beauties we shall never touch. So drifts the smoke from the white tube held by lips with the glowing ember roasting and toasting at tip wreaths of ephemeral blue writhing in darkness a sight rare now and soon to be gone. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 04.08.24 Prompt: Smoke. |
Mother Teresa Mother Teresa, sweet as a freesia, wrinkled old walnut and homestyled haircut, habit of linen and kind to the children, when she spoke to you be sure it was true. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 04.07.24 Prompt: “Honesty and transparency make you vulnerable. Be honest and transparent anyway.” Mother Teresa. |
Angelina Woodnymph Angelina dragged though a hedge backwards shy as a doe with faun flits into the shadows capers in the moonlight of a soft summer night lives at the edge of sight ephemeral. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 04.06.24 Prompt: As per illustration. |
Peace I know the perfect place where I can sit alone, a place of peace and grace in silence like a stone, with thoughts just rolling on from paradise to doom, for ever shines the sun in you, my sweet bathroom. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 04.05.24 Prompt: If possible, find a place to sit in total silence for three to five minutes. Then write a poem about a thought you had in that quiet time. |
Shhh I’m somewhat fragile in the early morn when just arisen to greet the dawn, computer booted and quietly humming, and careful me with coffee coming. Picking my gentle way through WdC, my eyes still bleary and loth to see, oh, please do not be loud and bray, I’m delicate this time of day. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 04.04.24 Prompt: Write a delicate poem. |
A Board Rhyme I suppose it was merely typical, in a world so proudly empirical, that people wildly vegetarian should give rise to others contrarian, who, far from mimicking herbivores, have confessed themselves total carnivores. It must be so sweet to eat only meat. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 04.03.24 Prompt: Productive things to do when you’re bored. |
The Hive Speaks Wooden it be nice if we could? A daily masterpiece for good, produced with no regard for mood, a miracle of failures yet withstood. How the cascade of our genius would decorate the worldly scenius, when all are special we’d become so common we’d be called humdrum. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 04.01.24 Prompt: “Make each day your masterpiece” - John Wooden. |
Mount Huashan The way to heaven indeed, express service, no stops on the way, direct route and a brief flight, comfort like floating on air, guaranteed delivery to the gate gilded and marked arrivals, but not for me, no, not me. For me, heaven can wait. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 03.31.24 Prompt: Mount Huashan, China. |
Meddle The drawing approaches completion the writhing lines twisting, doubling, climbing upon each other, and layered, a complexity of dark and light and there, it’s done. But wait,an empty area, an open space, another line, it needs a little more, a final tweak… and Blast! It’s ruined. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 03.30.24 Prompt: Write a meddlesome poem. |
Sour Elixir of the gods with a hyena’s bite, leaves your tongue in knots and your face a sight. Sheila’s lemon surprise, oh, concoction rude, will shrink your eyes, leave you wrinkled and screwed. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 03.29.24 Prompt: Write a sour poem. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u9SXhs1Pogc |