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March 4, 2022 at 10:59am
March 4, 2022 at 10:59am
#1028207
Reverie

If poets ruled the world,
we’d not throw, we’d hurl;
beer would still be bottled,
but its colour would be mottled;
we’d never lose our way,
there’d be something else to say,
and words wouldn’t rhyme,
we’d demand that they chime.



Line count: 8
Rhymed couplets
For Express It In Eight, 10.05.21
Prompt: Bottle.
March 4, 2022 at 10:56am
March 4, 2022 at 10:56am
#1028206
Pookie in attack mode.


Cat to Human

You cannot see me,
hidden in this cave;
I’m the hunter brave,
feline wild and free

I see you come near
my ambush prepared;
you may not seem scared,
your leg will learn fear.



Line count: 8
Rhyme scheme abba
For Express It In Eight, 10.04.21
Prompt: Illustration of cat hiding in paper bag.
March 4, 2022 at 10:54am
March 4, 2022 at 10:54am
#1028205
Bat Appreciation Month

Halloween may be a-comin’
and now’s the time for being batty,
flying foxes nightly summoned,
leaving thee and me quite scatty.

Vampire legends fill the dark,
Jack o’ lanterns, sooty cats,
scary ghouls, maybe a snark,
wingèd rats, not baseball bats!



Line count: 8
Trochaic tetrameter rhymed abab
For Express It In Eight, 10.02.21
Prompt: Bat Appreciation Day.
March 4, 2022 at 10:52am
March 4, 2022 at 10:52am
#1028203
Frozen in Time

Somewhere in the forest a mighty pine bleeds,
the golden viscous sap running as a turgid river,
slowly, deliberately, near unmoving.

An insect lands, sinks into the stream, trapped
as the flow hardens in transparent clarity,
and time turns sap and tree and forest into sea.

The waters smooth and shape the pine’s blood
and, washed up on the shore, a gnat in amber.



Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 10.01.21
Prompt: Frozen in time.
March 4, 2022 at 10:50am
March 4, 2022 at 10:50am
#1028202
Song of Seasons

Spring arrives, white-tipped and rattling
like swans preening in the reeds
while summer opens the vaulted sky
the grass flushed green and sighing
until autumn strews starlings like seed
and the winter wind will follow after
so the Earth turns in its wending path
harmonic revolutions of the seasons.



Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 09.30.21
Prompt: Poem using words from each of three poems.
March 4, 2022 at 10:49am
March 4, 2022 at 10:49am
#1028201
Gull standing on No Gulls sign.


Call of the Wild

Well, yes, of course I am a rebel
and my middle name is Jezebel,
a gull who understands its being
is to deceive and leave unseeing
the gullible and easily fooled;
to break the rules I have been schooled,
now my goal is to uproot this sign -
my bedroom wall demands it’s mine.



Line count: 8
Rhymed aabb
For Express It In Eight, 09.29.21
Prompt: Picture of gull upon sign declaring “No gulls.”
March 4, 2022 at 10:48am
March 4, 2022 at 10:48am
#1028199
Heads and Tails

The truth is plain and unadorned,
there’s no need to embellish
what’s clear cannot be suborned,
to do so would be hellish

It’s lies that need prettifying
with twirls and swirls and tweaking,
and sleights unedifying,
so devious and sneaking.



Line count: 8
Rhymed abab
For Express It In Eight, 09.28.21
Prompt: Embellish.
March 4, 2022 at 10:47am
March 4, 2022 at 10:47am
#1028198
Banana wood bowl

Bowl

brown bulging bellied
flecked with flickering filigree fires
fuelled and filled with fruit for feast nights
this the food for thought and glad the day’s celebration
also the artist’s aim at adipose illumination
satisfaction in the rounded shape
the upturned mouth agape
swell bellied



Line count: 8
Form: Octaz Rhyme
For Express It In Eight, 09.27.21
Prompt: Bowl.
March 4, 2022 at 10:45am
March 4, 2022 at 10:45am
#1028197
Mirrors

Between the mirrors lies the image
repeating fore and aft,
reflection receding stage by stage,
reiteration to infinity,
countless copies to distance swathed.
A moving finger replicates,
each shrinking, twitching digit bathed
in light from other worlds.



Line count: 8
Rhymed abacdedf
For Express It In Eight, 09.26.21
Prompt: Infinity.
March 4, 2022 at 10:44am
March 4, 2022 at 10:44am
#1028196
Father Time

Father Time,
dreaming in his subterranean cavern,*
stretches an arm
through the blanket earth,
up, up to the world above.
His fingers close on an aged tree,
plucks it like a grape.
He dreams of harvest.



Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 09.24 21
Prompt: Photo of fingers around a tree.
* In one of the Narnian books, the adventurers pass through a cavern in which sleeps the giant Father Time until the end of the world.

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