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 |  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. |
| A Torn Poem When the storms of life are through and the calm of age descends as from skies now blue, the jagged edges of our pain, but by time and wear blunted, are memories we look back on, detached reflection papering over the scars. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 11.03.23 Prompt: Write a torn poem. |
| Forgiveness? Sweet forgiveness is rare enough in the blame culture of today; we’re not made of such fine stuff, more often needing someone to pay the piper wants his pound of flesh, and slight offence requires rebuke, so every cut just wounds afresh, and slightest hurt demands a nuke. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 11.02.23 Prompt: Forgiveness. |
 Dog Dreams Dog dreams in the comfort of the master’s bed, the lingering warmth an assurance in the midst of absence, and sleep to take the edge off the empty hours, to run the phantom fields of expansive summer. Chasing with the pack the aromatic prey, smells of grass and ground afloat upon the wind, loud the breath and panting in the ear, pounding with the claws in measured, careless tread. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 11.01.23 Prompt: Illustration of dog asleep upon the master’s bed. |
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