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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. |
| 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. |
| The Mid-Atlantic Ridge The Mid-Atlantic Ridge is more than a mere smidge; it starts way up there, and goes down to where weather is like a fridge. From all things eastern to New World’s concerns, it's rather like a bridge. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabbacca For Express It In Eight, 10.16.21 Prompt: The Mid-Atlantic Ridge. |
| If Only He Wouldn’t Shout The king rages on and on, shouting of beds and heads, the colour red, some kind of spread, a man named Fred and something dread, a book he’s read, the life he’s led, a childhood sled, trouble ahead, he seems to hate poor Simple Simon, no idea why he wants his shed. Line count: 8 Rhymed (this is weird) abbbbbab For Express It In Eight, 10.15.21 Prompt: “I said the head, you idiots! Bring me the cur’s head!” |
| Teacher Had a teacher like that with a lean and hungry look, full of passion and determined, he built literary warriors, each of us, once blundering, adolescent fools, he made wise in awareness and able to think. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 10.14.21 Prompt: Lean and hungry look. Note: Had to write this on reading Jaya’s. Her professor sounded just like Johnny Bridle (who is the subject of this poem). Thank you, Jaya. |
| Whisper Amongst the peaks of the high mountains, in the empty wastes of the dry deserts, in the dark reaches of the deep forests, on the wide expanses of the sand beaches, in the salt marshes with the wild fowl, on the vast prairie where the long grasses sway, there we find our peace and rest, restoration of the soul in silence. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 10.13.21 Prompt: Write a quiet poem. |
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