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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. |
| Pastorale Like ripples in a green pool, the paddy fields radiate down the steep hillsides, contours of the uplands. The farmer, knee deep in the water, toes kissing the fertile mud, planting the young rice in orderly rows: pastoral scene. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 06.01.21 Prompt: Pastoral and/or Contour. |
| Recipe for Today In a world gone insane minds devoid of reason devise illogical routes to foregone conclusions, demanding the sky be yellow and truth be dependent on view. Those whom the gods would destroy they first make mad. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 05.31.21 Prompt: Devoid. |
| Secondhand Thoughts In my youth I invented many things, only to find, in later research, that someone else got there before me. Now I read, last in the list, thoughts in a cat scan, an aging mind churning with bodily decay, leaving muddy footprints through my territory, when I thought geriatric ponderings mine alone. Ah well, at least it proves it works. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 05.29.21 Prompt: Eric Ashford’s poem, Scan of a Fitful Man. |
| Fear of Falling Hardly had we reached the top than the dread of heights seized us, spinning the unlimited vista into a yawning maw of emptiness that sucked confidence from our bellies, buckled our knees so that we fell, incapacitated, to grasp the earth and hold on with grinding teeth. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 05.28.21 Prompt: Hardly, Top, Dread. |
| Vertigo “What’s down is up,” said Antigravity “From that cup I’ll never sup,” said I. “It seems depravity. “If up were down, audacious pigs would fly, moles would swim and never drown, and dead fish on the breeze float by.” Line count: 8 Rhymed abab cdcd For Express It In Eight, 05.26.21 Prompt: What’s down is up. |
| Long Division Now leaving the American zone To a generation the words of partition, a divided city in a divided nation, separation and estrangement, walls and wire, barbed and razor, ideology and hatred, guarded response. The aged forget, the young cannot remember. Now leaving the Freedom zone. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 05.25.21 Prompt: Zone. |
   Continuum Time and the universe, bound forever in the dance of spheres, circles within circles, gears within years, stars alight with the glow of polished metal, space studded with jewels like petals embedded in movement, counting the moments, quick quick slow, tick tick flow, infinity’s clock and all its components. Line count: 8 An odd rhyme scheme, not formal but playing with rhyme For Express It In Eight, 05.24.21 Prompt: Photo of glowing clock faces against a black background. |
| A Bowl of Soup Pea soup be a marvellous thing To one’s interior it sticketh It maketh one with joy to sing And the bowl indeed to licketh. Onion too formeth fine a broth When with meat and barley provided It calmeth and overcometh wrath Keeps body and soul undivided. Line count: 8 Rhyme scheme abab cdcd For Express It In Eight, 05.21.21 Prompt: A bowl of soup. |
| Little Miracle In my hand it rests, so small a thing yet for the best; my doc insists it sings. I know its name, Atenolol, a pill of purest white; this tiny, magic chemical keeps my light shining bright. Line count: 8 Rhyme scheme abab cdcd For Express it in Eight, 05.20.21 Prompt: Write a poem about something very small. |
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