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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. |
| Colours Purple, once a favourite, has sunk in my estimation. The ladies may toy with it in their old age and freedom, but it seems too loud for me and I, in advanced dotage, prefer the quieter tones of blues and greens. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 02.28.25 Prompt: Write a poem about purple. |
| Performance To say, “I was there,” is just to share the way it felt excitement dealt the magic of place Skip Battin on bass music so loud uplifted crowd. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 02.27.25 Prompt: Write a poem about a performance. |
| Familiarity An old photo in the cascade of pics presented in the feed and recognition dawns I’ve been there! while waves of recognition wash me back thirty years or more. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 02.26.25 Prompt: Write a poem about a familiar sight. |
| Upright I may be conscientious but hardly fastidious in things insignificant and not really relevant. The way to obfusticate life’s problems to navigate is to deal with the minimal and to hell with subliminal. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 02.25.25 Prompt: Write a conscientious poem. |
| Summer The sounds of summer, as the lawn mowers come out, bees all a-hummer, and ice cream is the shout. But give me that smell, as I rest from my labours, the lawn patterned well, and cut grass my favour. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 02.24.25 Prompt: Pleasing aromas - freshly cut grass. |
| An Ending Poem And they all lived happily ever after, except Julian who ran away to sea, and Francisco who was in the wrong play, and Hannah who couldn’t stop griping, Randolph who failed the entrance test, Sally who carried on going forth, and Maria who couldn’t see the point, but Hernando had a smile on his face. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 02.23.25 Prompt: Write an ending poem. |
| Inchworm Fold, stretch, repeat, fold, stretch, repeat, life goes up and down. Fold, stretch, repeat, fold, stretch, repeat, you’ll not see me frown. I’m flexible at least a most unusual beast. Line count: 8 Rhymed aab aab cc For Express It In Eight, 02.22.25 Prompt: Video of an inchworm walking. |
| 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. |
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