Eight-line Poems

Frank

Frank

Frank, the friendless flamingo,
blushing fiery pink as the rest,
yet clear in his antisocial bent,
a sore thumb in a forest of fingers,
he treads his lonely path unrepentant,
in his ear a different drummer,
lets them turn as one to the left
while he rotates to the right.


Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 07.05.21
Prompt: Illustration of a flock of flamingos.