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Printed from https://writing.com/main/books/item_id/2316158-Eight-line-Poems-2/month/7-1-2024
Rated: 13+ · Book · Writing · #2316158
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.
July 5, 2024 at 5:45am
July 5, 2024 at 5:45am
#1073562
Resolution

It’s not the number of pixels
that makes up the mixel;
it’s what they must carry
individu-ally.

What you gain on the swings,
is blown on the rings.
The whole resolution
depends on contribution.



Line count: 8
Rhymed aabb
For Express It In Eight, 07.05.24
Prompt: Write a poem of resolution.
July 4, 2024 at 7:13am
July 4, 2024 at 7:13am
#1073520
Being Late

Being late has its compensations
to add to all our reservations.

Despite our famed notoriety
it’s well short of impropriety.

And though our frames are insubstantial
our gains are surely nonfinancial.

For now from cares we’re all released
advantage lies in being deceased.



Line count: 8
Rhymed couplets
For Express It In Eight, 07.04.24
Prompt: Being late.
July 3, 2024 at 5:57am
July 3, 2024 at 5:57am
#1073488
The Moving Finger Writes

Signs of the times
like hackneyed rhymes,
beating their drums
as painful thumbs.

Some strange message,
cryptic passage,
autocrat words,
compliant herds.



Line count: 8
Rhymed aabb
For Express It In Eight, 07.03.24
Prompt: Amusing signs.
July 2, 2024 at 6:39am
July 2, 2024 at 6:39am
#1073458
Empty

Out west the land goes on forever
in open plains, a vast savanna,
no hindrance there to sight or dreams
and freedom forms eternal themes.

Out there the spirit roams untied,
no hindrance to the view applied
and emptiness is full of meaning,
the soul replete with endless cleaning.



Line count: 8
Rhymed aabb
For Express It In Eight, 07.02.24
Prompt: Write an empty poem.
July 1, 2024 at 7:01am
July 1, 2024 at 7:01am
#1073400
A curtain blows in the breeze to touch a table.


Nemesis

The curtains billow with the breeze from an open window
like sails set in the darkness of a moonless night
they caress the stiff form of the high table in attendance
sentry to the silent room lit by a beam from an errant streetlight.

Evidence of bedtime’s last cocoa ritual of long ago
a cup and saucer braves the flow of air and movement
a stalwart figure on the lonely height of spotlight frozen
suspended time now prepares the waiting fate for action.



Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 07.01.24
Prompt: As per illustration.

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