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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. |
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. |
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. |
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. |
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. |
![]() ![]() 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. |