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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. |
| Aesthetic Money I do love a new coin, freshly minted, sharp, brightly hued in copper, silver, something like gold, shining amidst its fellows, tarnished and dirtied with age and use, the patina of every day. It strikes me now that these reflections might be meaningless to a generation raised in the world of plastic, virtual transactions, their pockets coinless, and paper rarely seen. Line Count: 8 Free Verse For Express It In Eight, November 04 Prompt: Photo of a new coin. |
| Altitude I know a place, nested in the mountains of Africa, like a bowl set between the peaks that form the rim, tipped down towards the south, higher in the north, so that the rill running down through the vale collects in a little lake at the lowest lip, a pool clear and cold, rippled by the wind, before the stream pours over the edge, to fall in a veil of white water, lacelike in the sight of eagles. Line Count: 8 Free Verse For Express It In Eight, November 02 2020 Prompt: Bowl. |
| Rear View Mirror History is the air we breathe, passed through the lungs of millions as life relayed by those before, the stones on which we walk, kissed by the feet of ancestors that paved the way to us, and we, taking the proffered flame, have light into the future. Line Count: 8 Free Verse For Express It In Eight, October 31 2020 Prompt: History. |
| Acme Lamp Co. - Rub Here Anything you wish for, says the genie Anything? I could ask for money? A fancy car, a motor bike, a beanie? Are you sure you’re not being funny? To rule the world, to look like Pitt, to say I’m strong and not be bluffing? But you know, when it comes down to it, what I need above all else is nothing. Line Count: 8 Rhymed ababcdcd For Express It In Eight, October 29 2020 Prompt: Write a poem inspired by one of these quotes ...or a poem about anything you wish! |
| Weather We are children wearing the clothes mother sees fit. Weather swathes us in comfort or formal grip, freedom of movement or corduroy practicality, sweating one day, shivering the next, baking in the sun, buffeted in the wind, drenched in the rain, great cloggy shoes of snow holding us back, without choice or preference, never consulted, forever accepting, held forever young in weather’s embrace. Line Count: 8 Free Verse For Express It In Eight, October 28 2020 Prompt: Weather. |
| Favourites Insects are bottom of the list of human favourites; mammals, reptiles, we’d rather have kissed but with bugs we wouldn’t savour it. It’s in the eyes, the largest in the book, so little kittens win, yet the mantis has pupils, we can see him look. Of all six-leggers, I’d let him in. Line Count: 8 Rhymed ababcdcd For Express It In Eight, October 27 2020 Prompt: Insect.  |
| The Chase We came upon a moonlit house, old Lupus, Fang and I, wolves hungry ‘nuff to eat a mouse or whatever caught our eye. Pausing at the lighted window we spied an old man seated if socks on waxèd floor make slow, paws and claws will leave you so defeated. Line Count: 8 Rhymed abab cdcd For Express It In Eight, October 26 2020 Prompt: Luposlipaphobia - The fear of being pursued by timber wolves around a kitchen table while wearing socks on a newly waxed floor. |
| Retirement Stranded on the beach by the currents of life, beyond the high tide mark of dried seaweed and shells, half buried by the sifting sands blown by a cruel wind, the old man finds his ease, porpoiseless at last. Line Count: 8 Free Verse For Express It In Eight, October 24 2020 Prompt: Beach. |
| Fashion She sways her way down the catwalk, a long, slender vision of elegance, one foot placed with precision before another, and hips in perfect synchronicity with alternating shoulders above, sculpted face frozen in haughty arrogance, the supermodel in essence, no longer gawky schoolgirl. Line Count: 8 Free Verse For Express It In Eight, October 23 2020 Prompt: Gawky |
| Massachusetts Morn Mist lies heavy on this dawn in the cold northeast where the grey Atlantic sends its chilling breakers against the piled dark rocks of its shores. The sea fret spreads its fingers through the coast, dimming the early light from a watery sun and bringing the smell of seaweed and salt to the nostrils, reminding ever of the daily debate between land and sea in this place called New England. Line Count: 8 Free Verse For Express It In Eight, October 22 2020 Prompt: Mist. |
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