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. |
A Clear Poem Look there, where the light reflects upon the page, you might not see it from that angle, imagine that it’s hidden from limelight on the stage, don’t grasp it - better that it’s wangled. Try squinting and gaze into the distance, apprehension requires that you intuit, so much depends upon the happenstance, the problem being you can see through it! Line cont: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 11.14.23 Prompt: Write a clear poem. |
Knock Knock Knock knock, comes the familiar sound, someone at the door it seems. A second chance on a hopeful round, or landlord come to end your dreams? Ed McMahon with stupendous prize, salesman with some life enhancer? Possibilities before your eyes - get up, man, and go to answer. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 11.13.23 Prompt: Knock. |
Carpe Diem To meditate upon predicate is to procrastinate beyond the ultimate. Be bold and not old, completely sold whate'er may unfold. Line count: 8 Rhymed aaaa bbbb For Express It In Eight, 11.12.23 Prompt: Meditate. |
Weather Report There will come soft rain, in these British Isles, that’s a given, though not at all a pain, nor reason to give in, the climate being temperate, and gentle in its moods, not some dehydrated emirate with sweaty attitudes. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 11.11.23 Prompt: There Will Come Soft Rain by Sara Teasdale. |
Blue When the world turned blue. saturated in shadow and gloom, the cows, at first befuddled that all had become so muddled, held a meeting to discuss if blue food should be a fuss, but Daisy declared that grass was grass and deserved a pass. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 11.10.23 Prompt: Cows under a surreal blue sky. |
A Singing Sensation That singing quintet (acapella to the core), Five Green Peppers, so cool and even more, available on diskette, harmonies top drawer, and all are high steppers, a guaranteed encore. Line count: 8 Rhymed abcbabcb For Express It In Eight As per illustration. |
Good Old C.S. Clive Staples Lewis - no matter what your excuse is, if you haven’t read his books, you deserve all kinds of looks for being too old for sense, just lost in a forest too dense, and too young to believe what everyone else can perceive. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 11.04.23 Prompt: "Those of us who are blamed when old for reading childish books were blamed when children for reading books too old for us. No reader worth his salt trots along in obedience to a time-table.” ― C.S. Lewis |
A Torn Poem When the storms of life are through and the calm of age descends as from skies now blue, the jagged edges of our pain, but by time and wear blunted, are memories we look back on, detached reflection papering over the scars. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 11.03.23 Prompt: Write a torn poem. |
Forgiveness? Sweet forgiveness is rare enough in the blame culture of today; we’re not made of such fine stuff, more often needing someone to pay the piper wants his pound of flesh, and slight offence requires rebuke, so every cut just wounds afresh, and slightest hurt demands a nuke. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 11.02.23 Prompt: Forgiveness. |
Dog Dreams Dog dreams in the comfort of the master’s bed, the lingering warmth an assurance in the midst of absence, and sleep to take the edge off the empty hours, to run the phantom fields of expansive summer. Chasing with the pack the aromatic prey, smells of grass and ground afloat upon the wind, loud the breath and panting in the ear, pounding with the claws in measured, careless tread. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 11.01.23 Prompt: Illustration of dog asleep upon the master’s bed. |