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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. |
| How This Poem Came to be Written It happened when the church bell rang, the choir sang of sailing men and a big fat hen. The door went bang, in came a gang of writers with their pens. Line count: 8 Form: Nonsense but it’s rhymed abbaabba Prompt: It happened when. |
| Hansel und Gretel Hansel and Gretel, when lost in the forest did gather their mettle, laid their fear to rest, and warmed witch’s heart, made her face go quite red with the oven her part, kids on gingerbread fed. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 02.26.23 Prompt: Tell a Fairy Tale Day. |
| Crowds Swirling in the multitude like fish in the bait ball herded by dolphins toward their doom subject to hidden forces driven by instinct taking our place in the dance we swirl in the multitude. Line count: 8 Free verse Express It In Eight, 02.24.23 Prompt: Write a crowded poem. |
| Forest Voices Patient upon the wind the forest whispers in time far off in the deepening shadows its song of the multitude leaves caressing the breeze seldom still yet slow to stir secrets of the hidden things mysteries of bark and wood. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 02.21.23 Prompts: Whisper, seldom, patient. |
| A Mysterious Moment I’ve been here before, I remember when this happened like now, a mist-mantled memory, there must be a meaning, fleeting, dissolving, just beyond reach, ah, curse you, déjà vu. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 02.19.23 Prompt: A mysterious moment. |
| Balloon Toys littering the nursery floor, a chaos of colour and shape, there, in the centre, a helium balloon, tethered in stillness, unmoved, its string a vertical exclamation fallen beneath, motionless as though wind and weather were fiction in this frozen heart of disorder. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 02.16.23 Prompt: Write a motionless poem. |
| Secrets Back streets, dark night, man in the shadows, raincoat drawn tight, watches the light glistening on the damp street, wary, waiting, hands in pockets, then strolls into the light, stands below the streetlamp, draws a mark on it with chalk, and disappears into the darkness. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 02.15.23 Prompt: Write a secret poem. |
 Self I see you everywhere, with your unblinking stare, and the world reflected, other selves inspected, as insects pinned and held, with their uniqueness quelled, and all excuses fazed, in your eternal gaze. Line count: 8 Rhymed couplets For Express It In Eight, 02.14.23 Prompt: As per illustration. |
| Winter Snow Outside in the winter darkness, the soft snow silent falling, a few cars hissing past and the fog, the glowing breath of streetlamps, whispering secrets beyond our hearing, while the trees let slip their burden, plumping to the hidden ground, and we in here, safe and warm. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 02.13.23 Prompt: Select and use a few words from the poem Oranges by Gary Soto and use them in a poem of your own. |
| Washing Up The remains of the day, crumbs left on the plate, seconds, moments scattered in the wake of our passing, the disregarded debris of time’s constant clamour, wait in the dish pile for memory’s washing. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 02.09.23 Prompt: The remains of the day. |
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