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. |
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. |
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. |
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. |
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. |
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. |
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! |
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. |
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. |
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. |
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. |