The second of my collections of poems written for "Express It In Eight." |
| Ocean Oh the rolling ocean churning eternal motion dark in the crushing deep phosphorescent in its sleep mirror to the arching sky silent where the dead men lie patient where the flow is strong innocent of greed or wrong. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 09.11.25 Prompt: Write a rhyming poem without the words ‘water,’ 'waves,’ 'float.’ |