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 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. |
| Snap Lately I have lost my snap of fingers rapping quick but still I have the loudest clap I’ll never lose that trick. Which means I can no longer show how fast indeed the moment but my applause will let you know your performance remains cogent. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Get The Picture? 03.09.26 Prompt: Picture of fingers snapping. |
| Upside Down How long have I dangled here heels in the air is this an irrational fear or correct to beware? Some would say I’m right at last smug in ecstasy so why should I feel the blast of grim apostasy? Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 03.09.26 Prompt: Write a poem about feeling upside down. |
 Encounter As I was going up the stair, I met myself but wasn’t there, a phantom me was going down, though clothed instead in other gown. I paused to watch her still descend and she in turn around did bend; I never saw a face so fair as I saw then upon that stair. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Get The Picture? 03.08.26 Prompt: As per illustration. |
| A Spirited Tale I thought I saw a ghost last night, a shape behind the moon. It was a dreadful eerie sight, and whistled a merry tune. I challenged it with brazen shout, maintained I was not scared. It flickered once and then went out, and now I’m ashen-haired. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 03.07.26 Prompt: Write a poem about a sketchy shadow. |
| Dreams I dream only of having enough money to get me through, and never mind the stuff to keep me from having to queue, enough of a roof on my head and somewhere to make my bed, enough time to last a life and shelter from daily strife. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab ccdd For Express It In Eight, 03.06.26 Prompt: Write a poem about a fantasy dream. |
| Mud The ultimate compromise, the meeting of land and sea, the preference of the wise, it’s the stuff that makes us be. Remember, we’re made from dust, in dry form and moisture free - to activate you really must add water and mud it will be. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 03.04.26 Prompt: Mud. |
| Minor Disagreement That’s what they’re for, teenagers are bores ever ready to argue - ‘specially yours, mark you. It’s the natural order that these little boarders will break every rule in their quest to be fools. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 03.03.26 Prompt: Write a poem about minor disagreement. |
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