The second of my collections of poems written for "Express It In Eight." |
| Ordinary The allure of the commonplace - the things that have no space, beneath our notice, called banal, and overlooked by all, these may seem so low and trifling, but give them time and thought, and they will speak of worlds beguiling, beyond whatever you sought. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb cdcd For Express It In Eight, 06.16.25 Prompt: Write a poem about finding bliss from common things. |