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The second of my collections of poems written for "Express It In Eight." |
| As usual these days, I choose blog format because it offers more space for the work. |
| Ornament Cluttered like the Victorian drawing room we take one object from the mantel let it stand alone in ornamental splendour a baroque invasion of Scandinavian space a single statement of glorious profusion accentuated by the cold hard edges of minimalist and ascetic modernism the human amidst the morgue. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 02.20.25 Prompt: Write a poem with an ornamental quality. |
| Mechanic’s Lament Your car that once was trusty, has become a thing so crusty, combustion, once internal, is something now infernal, carburettors cough and sneeze, transmission’s on the freeze, the oil has gone all lumpy and suspension’s something bumpy. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 02.19.25 Prompt: Auto Mechanic. |
| Time 3 As the last glow of the sinking sun huddles in the corner of night and the shades of darker times wake from their daily dreams the course of today is written at last and deeds of the past inscribed in the unyielding stone of memory never again to play in the light of being. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 02.18.25 Prompt: Write a never again poem. |
| Rain Check I’ve never understood this business of taking a rain check as though being rejected has some affinity with meteorological examinations of precipitation and being aware of rainfall figures and snowfall equates to postponement of life until some unspecified and sunnier date. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 02.17.25 Prompt: Take a rain check. |
| Happiness Happiness is found within the mocking sign on the tunnel of love and haunted house the shrieks of glee and fear hammered in the fake and tawdry tunes of brazen air and fast food nausea of carnival. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 02.16.25 Prompt: Happiness is found within. |
| Abandonment We’ve seen it often enough, you and I, at the side of the road, lying forlorn and bereft of hope, worn, dirtied, abandoned, so singular, inexplicable, cast from companions, the shoe alone. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 02.15.25 Prompt: Write a poem of abandonment. |
| Prickly Prickly old man in his dotage his aura of short barbs of temper the sharpened stakes of his years guard against proximate venture Defensive of course this impression for the strength of his youth is withered no more will his arm hold the way and now poison is his final stand. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 02.14.25 Prompt: Prickly. |
| Runaway Run away yesterday, today, and tomorrow, find a way out through beg, steal, or borrow, responsibility’s just never your bag, get out from under, make sure you don’t lag. Dodge, duck, and wriggle, you’re really so smooth, ever forgetful your conscience to smoothe, there’s one thing you’ll find, though ever so deft, as you get older you’ll have nothing left. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 02.13.25 Prompts: Runaway, yesterday. |
| Pennies If only I had the sense to see the difference between pennies and cents I’d no longer be penny-pinching and from cents I’d never be flinching but think of the extra expense in asking for thoughts or intents so forget all about Boring Benny For Penelope’s now Lucky Penny. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 02.12.25 Prompt: Write a poem about a lucky penny. |
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