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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. |
| My View Room with a View, a book that always defeated my attempts to read it, googled in my wish to find its story, thought it was by Graham Greene, only to find its author was EM Forster. A critique of English society in 1908 - no wonder I couldn’t manage it. Line Count: 8 Free Verse For Express It In Eight, December 30 2020 Prompt: View. |
| Backdrop Vast the ocean of stars above, immense the spread of space between, unimaginable the distant emptiness, yet ever visible in the nightly sky, this universe of countless lights strewn like jewels in the darkened void, forever beyond our human reach, evidence only of the largesse of God. Line Count: 8 Free Verse For Express It In Eight, December 29 2020 Prompt: Vast. |
| Sundial Old technology, the sundial, now a decoration, still tracks the hours of the circling sun, awaiting the moment, apocalyptic event, when batteries are no more and clockwork beyond our skills. Line Count: 8 Free Verse For Express It In Eight, December 24 2020 Prompt: Sundial illustration. |
| Mortality Here in the hallway I await the call, passing the time in studying the portraits of family greats in more prosperous years, weapons and instruments, heirlooms displayed as memories of the ages, antique furniture, once loved, now tired, last station before the fall of the house. Dreams of greatness passed, I wait. Line Count: 8 Free Verse For Express It In Eight, December 23 2020 Prompt: Hallway. |
| Silent Killer Through sleep-filled eyes, half open, he regards us from his perch, the owl, unexpected and outstanding amongst the peregrines and hawks of the falconer, proud of his skills. “They’re not wise if you ask me,” he says, “too stupid to hunt for me.” Or waiting for dark, my thought. Line Count: 8 Free Verse For Express It In Eight, December 22 2020 Prompt: Owl. |
| A Composite Life The pieces fit, one by one, they add their singular tone as your life builds its picture. You place some certain, knowing that they're right and others hold out for later. How few are left now, the years and shapes dwindling. Line Count: 8 Free Verse For Express It In Eight, December 20 2020 Prompt: Photo of jigsaw puzzle pieces. |
| The Wind Snow on the way, the forecast said, and, a little late, the flakes began to fall from a steel-grey sky to turn the world white. In bed after dark, the house was wrapped in the soft silence of snowfall, it being rare that the sound of weather would penetrate our nights. But, later I wake to noises of a wilder wind in the branches of the trees. Expectations met. Line Count: 8 Free Verse For Express It In Eight, December 18 2020 Prompt: Choose 3 words from the poem to include in a poem you write. If you prefer a specific topic, write about WIND. |
| Ribbon Say “ribbon” to me and I think Courtalds, the company that built my home town’s reputation for fabric production, especially ribbons. Their grand factory building in Coventry stands as reminder. Line Count: 8 Free Verse (I think) For Express It In Eight, December 17 2020 Prompt: Ribbon Note: I am unsure that this qualifies as poetry and is not just prose cut into lines. My recent accident has left me weak and drained of energy and writing anything has proved almost impossible to me. But the solution is to begin and let exercise work its wonders. Hopefully, the poetry will return as a result. |
| Hill Farmers In England, in the hills where the soil is thin and poor, a few farmers still scratch at the earth, subsistence the order of their lives, hard labour their penance, their comforts few and short. Over here, in America, the Appalachians offer the same. Line Count: 8 Free Verse For Express It In Eight, December 08 2020 Prompt: Comfort. |
| Graveyard Humour Another bucket off the list, kicked to the side, expendable, having bought the farm, passed, passed on and passed away, busy times at the pearly gates, take your turn and get in line, file on forward, here’s your halo, special offers on natural causes. Line Count: 8 Free Verse For Express It In Eight, December 07 2020 Prompt: Illustration of a bucket. |
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