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. |
Repeat After Me Pity the guy who had to transcribe all the oo-oohs of this song. He’s up there with those unfortunates still writing sha-na-na and do-wah-diddy. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 10.29.21 Prompt: The song, Don’t Worry Be Happy |
Uncertainty Glanced at Eight this morning, thought, “Now that is cool” and liked it without warning - I’d forgotten I’m a fool. Second thoughts aren’t easy, unsure I have become, the first might have been breezy, the second’s made me glum. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 10.28.21 Prompt: Write an unsure poem. |
Five Cats Five cats, regarding Vincent’s work, The Starry Night, revealed their thoughts, as cats are wont to do. “Astigmatism,” said the orange one, the white ones disagreed, saying “it’s how he wished it be.” The black opined, “That’s Sirius,” the fifth enquired, “Which is the Mouse?” Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 10.27.21 Prompt: Illustration of cats observing van Gogh’s The Starry Night. |
Mystification Consternation greets the realisation that life may be pure dramatisation that everything is just aberration and all our dreams are affectation Abnegation of such cerebration could provide a better dispensation especially if, with cogitation, everything leads to osculation. Line count: 8 Rhymed comic verse For Express It In Eight, 10.26.21 Prompt: Consternation. |
Scraping Autumn’s Barrel Autumn, the two-edged sword, remembered for fiery colours, the fruits of harvests, the end of heatwaves, and yet this is mere preparation. Fall recalls the depth of winter, readies itself for icy death, seeds life for another year. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 10.25.21 Prompt: “Wild is the music of the autumnal winds amongst the faded woods.” ~ William Wordsworth Note: My poem is very cynical but Autumn has had its due appreciation and it’s time it was recognised as the little death it is. |
One More Autumn Poem Reality selects its fiery palette as Autumn arrives, painting the leaves with red, yellow, and gold, setting the forest alight with warmth, spreading a shifting carpet on the dark and dampened earth. Overhead, the windy sky is brushed with opaque gouache clouds. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 10.24.21 Prompts: Palette, painting, brush, gouache. |
Willowy The weeping willow on the river bank, green with richness of the deep, dark soil, its roots drinking in the goodness and the trunk reaching higher every year, lets its branches droop to create a veil of shivering leaves that kiss the earth, caress the waters and shade the sun from the dappled peace at its foot. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 10.22.21 Prompt: Willowy. |
Bicycle Jimmy tied his balloon to her bicycle, then ran ahead, whooping and leaping, as she rode downhill, wing creaking above, while we yelled her on from the crest. Faster and faster she hurtled down, bouncing and hurdling in the grass, Jimmy unable to keep up the pace. And Death sitting, unmoved, nearby. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 10.21.21 Prompt: As per illustration. |
Inheritance The public square, where the debates of power decide the fate of nations. Yet, in the secret places, the powerless dream their dreams of tomorrow and the meek prepare to receive the Earth. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 10.19.21 Prompts: Secret place and public square. |
Raga The sitar’s golden notes pouring like gifted rain from the tambura skies, ever present while the tabla speaks of the fields and forests, weaving a thousand voices with the touch of sitar, gentle upon the ear. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 10.18.21 Prompt: Raga. |