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 Entries to Express It In Eight from September 2020 to the present . |
| The number of poems enforces the use of blog format with ten poems per page. |
| The Happiest People in the World I have it on good authority that the Danes in the vast majority have made it their single priority to always expect the worst. The result of this gen’ral mentality in every eventual finality they experience a joyful neutrality never knowing a hunger or thirst. Line count: 8 Rhymed aaab cccb For Express It In Eight, 03.12.24 Prompt: Write a poem about wanting something you can’t have. |
 Bag End Peter Jackson and Mr Tolkien in our minds forever frolickin’ sprinklin’ hobbits and their houses in a story that arouses adventurous spirit and derring-do from Frodo’s door to Mordor too and safe we are from evil’s blast when underdogs win through at last. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 03.11.24 Prompt: As per illustration. |
 Mime Here at the barrier, unseen but present, the mime is halted, progress is barred, and hands explore these mystic limits, feeling obstruction. The person dissolves. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 03.10.24 Prompt: As per illustration. |
| Time and Texture Time and texture go together like cheese and mold, insomnia and stubble, the Antarctic and cold. One leads to t’other as water flows downhill, give a texture time and we will pay the bill. Line count: 8 Rhymed abcb For Express It In Eight, 03.09.24 Prompt: Time and texture. |
| Twilight The old raven surveys his kingdom, death and decay his daily dealing, done the dream of decent dining, departs his passion to the grave, vanished. Destruction now his nightly income, his vagabond past beyond healing, all his inky schemes are scattered, thus far has gone the will to save, banished. Line count: 10 (8 + 2) Form: Brady’s Touch - two five-line stanzas, syllables 9,9,8,8,2 – 9,9,8,8,2, rhyme scheme abecd abfcd For Express It In Eight, 03.08.24 Prompt: None. |
| An Ill Wind It’s an ill wind that blows no one good, it’s a hard rain that raises your hood, a fierce drought that lingers too long, a frozen winter with blizzard’s song. It’s the thickest fog that holds us blind, and the darkest night that looms unkind, but take them all, put them together, and in the end it’s all just weather. Line count: 8 Rhyming couplets For Express It In Eight, 03.07.24 Prompt: Bad weather. |
| Survivor The trick, oh my benighted one, is hear the voices if you must, to be aware till they are done, and steel yourself and never trust the worm words of their tainted lure, ignore their blandishments so bright, refuse indeed each poisoned cure, and so emerge into the light. Line count: 8 Form: Iambic tetrameter, 8 syllables per line, rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 03.06.24 Prompt: “I have traveled through madness to find me.” - Danny Alexander. |
| Apology I really must beg your pardon, but this morning is such a hard one that I’m beaten by prompts too pretty, and end up just feeling sh*tty. You see my mind is occupied, though to clear it I swear I have tried, Small Talk made me think of starlings, and they are to me such darlings. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 03.05.24 Prompts: Focus on gratitude, connect with nature. Note: Really couldn’t go with the prompts today. Sorry. But I was faced with two alternatives - duck today’s poem or write about something else. I chose the latter. |
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