The second of my collections of poems written for "Express It In Eight." |
| Lament I miss my morning Eight my comforting routine - an empty breakfast plate greets ev’ry daily scene. So here’s an offering, fresh from my fevered brow, forgive my proffering and bear with me for now. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 06.13.25 Prompt: None. |