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 "Express it in Eight" Poems written mostly for me, for fun and for anyone who drops by. |
| Disclaimer: Because these poems are written for the enjoyment of the author, no guarantee of satisfaction can be made to the reader. They are eight lines long and that is all the explanation I can give. |
| Longing for Yeast-erday How many times I’ve lauded in song those amber waves of grain, not realizing that if I lived too long I’d wave goodbye to fruited plains? Goodbye gluten, goodbye wheat, in order to digest pain-free, I forswear bread and cake so sweet, for now I live grain-free. Express it in Eight Topic - National Grain-free day |
| Spellbound Your voice rumbling deep, surrounds me it's an hypnotic hymn, steeped in magic that lulls my spirit into deep repose, I am suspended, enraptured, caught in the moment of sorcery - enchanting words that slip a strong arm beneath my head and hold me spellbound in love with you. Express it in Eight image prompt of a leaning statue |
| Sequoia Sequestered safely amongst the redwood sitting on the forest’s soft carpet. Sunlight, sifted through ancient fingers and set softly upon my head is a saintly anointing from above, a sacred blessing upon my solitude. My soul is at peace Seated at the feet of giants. Prompt - sequoia |
To Whom it May Concern: Essentially, to no one, that is. For whose concern is it that I choose to stuff my feelings into emotional drawers intentionally mis-labeled to discourage any inquiry even if performed Sincerely? Express it in Eight Prompt- Concern 2/12/21 |
| Wolves have to eat the sheep to wear its clothing Roused from sleep, she stretched, sniffed the air and followed the promises there. She slid past us silently, her gaze fixed, her claws out and sharp to use should any creature be a rival for her prize. Suddenly, she pounced in a frenzied attack. I sighed as she consumed the last muffin Lucy had broken her diet, again. |
| Some look to the sky with envious hearts, Desiring to soar among the eagles. They wish to be free of their heaviness, The one that grounds the soul. But the bird in flight is no more free, Every beat of his wings, just part of life’s battle. The eagle views the world from great heights, But only Man perceives its beauty. "Flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss." Douglas Adams, Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy |
| I launched a breath captured in an iridescent sphere. It floated over the flowered field. The dandelions nodded their heads, the switchgrass bowed deeply. It burst in a butterfly kiss upon striking Queen Anne in her lace, with a Monarch on her face. Queen Anne's lace is a favorite wildflower of Monarch butterflies who lay their eggs in it. |
| Far From Home In a kitchen drawer, I remember hanks of blonde ringlets. A mass of curls tied with a ribbon, My childhood in a brown paper bag. If I could walk back into that house, It wouldn’t be the new paint and paper, It would be that empty kitchen drawer, That would tell me it was no longer my home. |
| Wait For It Why do we praise the man who's got his feet on the ground? Everything succumbs to gravity, eventually. Though the visions of youth may reside in the clouds, Disappointment brings down that canopy experientially. |
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