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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. |
Temptation She inspects it with care, circling and watching for betrayal, absorbing both its promise and the fear of the unknown, approaches, retreats, returns, enters the forbidding darkness and falls asleep inside its arms. Cats cannot resist a box. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 05.08.21 Prompt In a box. |
The Sybil She pages through the album, glancing at photos, recycling memories and lost in yesterday. Outside, the day wears thin, distant voices muted in the dust, tomorrow prepares its wedding, dressed in rags. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 05.07.21 Prompt: Page. |
Circles Round and around the circle goes, the clouded sky will bring the rain, Soaking the ground to aquifer. Round and around the windmill turns, irrigates and feeds the crops, harvest fills the barn with wealth, provides the seed for another year. Round and around the cycle spins. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 05.06.21 Prompt: Photo of barn and windmill. |
Rising Philosophy The hand-painted sign sparks a query, displayed as it is on the otherwise mute elevator doors. “Out of order” what? Comes forth fruitfulness? Or peace? Or has the lift scraped the last dregs of efficiency from the barrel and we are bound to the ground or faced with the prospect of the long obsolete toil of the stairs? Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, April 25 2021 Prompt: Out of order. |
Elegy for Eeyore They say that misery loves company but I suspect that Eeyore prefers to wallow alone in his woes. These happy, celebratory humans are more a cause than a cure, an insult added to injury to one who mourns life itself, and a birthday another burden. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, April 24 2021 Prompt: Eeyore’s Birthday Festival, Austin, Texas. |
On the Way I went south to grow up, north to find my roots, west to follow a lead, east to split the difference. It was a long way to go and a lifetime to live, all to find in the end, home is in your heart. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, April 23 2021 Prompt: Write a direction poem. |
Gogglebox Sure, you can look at me. Everyone else does and the deal’s pretty good: I show you whatever you want and you fall asleep watching. I just miss the old days, when I could greet you with snow flipping faces, or a test pattern. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, April 22 2021 Prompt: Write a poem from the point of view of an inanimate object. |
Laws of Gravity and Motion Centrifugal, the globe whirls around, straining to loose the bonds to freedom. Centripetal, she forms the centre, circling to hold the weight in balance. Line count: 8 Free verse but obeying certain rules of symmetry and syllable For Express It In Eight, April 21 2021 Prompt: Illustration of sculpture, The Force of Nature. |
Edward Thomas I cannot read the word ‘bittersweet’ without thinking of Edward Thomas and his poems of nature, with death laced through the weave of words as a strand of purple in the sheets. You were long gone when I was born, taken in the Great War as you were, yet your bittersweet songs live forever. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, April 20 2021 Prompt: Bittersweet. Note: Edward Thomas’ poetry deserves to be better known than it is. I challenge anyone to remain unaffected by reading Old Man, just one of his many powerful poems. {https://www.poetry.com/poem/9870/old-man} |
Bees The bees, fat-legged with pollen, meander through the sunlit orchard, going about their business, singing to somnolence the summer. Bumbles wander alone, full and fearless, fuzzy with fur, while borers make perfect circles in the grey wood of fence posts. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, April 19 2021 Prompt: Bees. |