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Entries to Express It In Eight from September 2020 to the present .
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March 2, 2022 at 12:55pm
March 2, 2022 at 12:55pm
#1027849
The Certainty of Youth

This may be a memory too small
yet it persists, over sixty years,
and it’s certainly quiet, concerning,
as it does, a game of hide and seek.
Out in the fields behind our street
we found a convenient hidey hole.
Spied the seeker, ducked down knowing
if we can’t see him, he can’t see us.



Line Count: 8
Free Verse
For Express It In Eight, November 17 2020
Prompt: A small, quiet memory.
March 2, 2022 at 12:53pm
March 2, 2022 at 12:53pm
#1027848
Spacewalk

Bearing dreams of other worlds,
we break off bits of atmosphere,
sew sustaining suits for space,
shoot our canisters of curiosity
into the infinite emptiness beyond.
Weightless, we wander the starry waste,
tied forever to our blue marble home,
dreamers of the universe.



Line Count: 8
Free Verse
For Express It In Eight, November 16 2020
Prompt: Photo of astronaut in space.
March 2, 2022 at 12:52pm
March 2, 2022 at 12:52pm
#1027847
Core Philosophy

Out in the middle of the country
where, on average, the plains
spread forever and the politics
hog the centre of the road,
there beats the heart of the norm,
the very opposite of extreme,
passions are no more than medium,
not hot nor cold, wild nor stagnant.



Line Count: 8
Free Verse
For Express It In Eight, November 15 2020
Prompt: Middle.
March 2, 2022 at 12:50pm
March 2, 2022 at 12:50pm
#1027846
A Lifespan

Life is a bridge between birth and death
but not a Golden Gate or Firth of Forth;
it’s an old suspension bridge in the jungle,
showing its years in the missing ropes,
the misplaced and broken boards,
single track and weather worn above
the swollen, urgent and silt-laden waters
that hasten, heedless, to the ocean.



Line Count: 8
Free Verse
For Express IT In Eight, November 13 2020
Prompt: As per illustration.
March 2, 2022 at 12:49pm
March 2, 2022 at 12:49pm
#1027845
Bailiwick 2

My patch, my stomping ground,
we claim an area through long acquaintance,
taking comfort from familiar things,
secure in our knowledge of the rules
governing these few streets, neighbourhoods,
claiming an ownership ephemeral,
instinct allowing us only what we can chew
while the greedy dream of the world.



Line Count: 8
Free Verse
For Express It In Eight, November 12 2020
Prompt: Patch.
March 2, 2022 at 12:47pm
March 2, 2022 at 12:47pm
#1027844
A Saving Grace

In the middle of something else,
I noticed a loose end on the floor,
picked it up amd tugged on it,
saw that it led out of the room,
followed it, arrived elsewhere,
in a different room entirely,
and realised, to my elation,
I’d found a subject for today.



Line Count: 8
Free Verse
For Express It In Eight, November 11 2020
Prompt: I get a kick out of the humor of author and columnist, Dave Barry. See if any of his quotes here inspire a poem. If not, write a poem about anything you wish!
March 2, 2022 at 12:46pm
March 2, 2022 at 12:46pm
#1027843
Wild Roses

My father showed me the Glade,
a long walk between hedges and fields,
a public right of way hidden in obscurity
that might once have led from somewhere
to another place now non-existent,
for it seemed to have no purpose
other than being green and secret,
scented with the blossoms of dog rose.



Line Count: 8
Free Verse
For Express It In Eight, November 09 2020
Prompt: Rose.
March 2, 2022 at 12:45pm
March 2, 2022 at 12:45pm
#1027842
Not Responsible

I wrote about what will happen
when I’m dead and dear departed,
and all the things I love
just keep going on without
me there to watch them.
It’s not as if anything
is going to change or even notice
after I’ve gone.



Line Count: 8
Free Verse
For Express It In Eight, November 07 2020
Prompt: After.
March 2, 2022 at 12:43pm
March 2, 2022 at 12:43pm
#1027841
Dawn

My morning mirror is an adventure,
my reflection each day a revelation,
with new lines and wrinkles,
rumpled as last night’s bedclothes,
grey hair sprouting in tousled disarray,
eyes goggling in surprise at another day.
Oh, I’ll try for presentation but
it’s you who’ll have to cope with it.



Line Count: 8
Free Verse
For Express It In Eight, November 11 2020
Prompt: Rumpled.
March 2, 2022 at 12:40pm
March 2, 2022 at 12:40pm
#1027839
Thought

Wheels within wheels, the axès turn,
cogs intermesh and catches release,
the magic of logic in train again,
we parse the world and reach conclusion.
This, we say, is for understanding,
invention and ultimate survival,
yet it also complicates, obfuscates.
our lives shrunk and at arm’s length.



Line Count: 8
Free Verse
For Express It In Eight, November 05 2020
Prompt: As per illustration.
Note: I have spelt it “axès” to enforce pronunciation, in the hope it might be clear that it’s the plural of “axis” and not several instruments for chopping down trees.

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