The second of my collections of poems written for "Express It In Eight." |
| All Aboard We each have our own journey from swaddling cloth to hospital gurney constant movement implied in growth whether frenzied or dictated by sloth. No one stands still with time to kill, the train never stops for those who would shop. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 01.08.26 Prompt: Write a poem about a voyage. |