The second of my collections of poems written for "Express It In Eight." |
| As usual these days, I choose blog format because it offers more space for the work. |
| Gentle Strength Physically the strength is gone, my world restricted to those few yards I call my range, my pace decayed to plod. But the will survives, exhaustion insufficient yet to lay all down and die. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 02.10.26 Prompt: Write a poem about gentle strength. |