Entries to Express It In Eight from September 2020 to the present . |
The number of poems enforces the use of blog format with ten poems per page. |
Alternatives To party in a chicken coop, amongst the feathers and the poop, of celebrations not the brightest, with tact surely the lightest, without mention of wings and nuggets (the atmosphere bound to bug it), but worse to accept an invitation to Scott’s Antarctic assignation. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 11.29.22 Prompts: Party in a chicken coop or Antarctica. |
Remember Pandora Sometimes it’s a mystery (can’t wait until it’s history), but always hidden in a box (don’t open if you like your socks), the great, big, glaring question (no clues at all to mention), your curiosity on fire (be careful - you will be the pyre). Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 11.28.22 Prompt: Illustration of a mystery box. |
Impossible They said it was impossible - I refused to believe. They said, “Don’t waste your time.” I blew it anyway. They told me that I’d learn, That I was too young to know, But I kept on trying. Sometimes they’re just right. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 11.27.22 Prompt: Impossible. |
Astronomy Domine Out there in the vast abyss of space, a thousand splendid suns (and several rather ropey ones) shine down with pitiless face on worlds of molten lavas rife, or colder than ice, a frozen core, gem-hard deserts, chemical shores, but it’s only here that shelters life. Line count: 8 Rhymed abba cddc For Express It In Eight, 11.26.22 Prompt: A thousand splendid suns. |
White Noise The background of our lives, civilisation’s hush, the hum of the deep freeze, time in elevators, the journey’s constant motion, progress droning on, we paint succeeding days, the flat, white hue of fear. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 11.25.22 Prompt: White Noise. |
Temptation Oh me, oh my, I think I spy a key lime pie, and so I sigh, my hopes so high, the time is nigh. Insulin be damned in my mouth it’s rammed! Line count: 8 Rhymed aaaaaabb, syllables 4-4-4-4-4-4-5-5 For Express It In Eight, 11.24.22 Prompt: Write an ode to your favorite pie. |
Rail Trail Through this leafy cutting the trains once ran, all steam and heat and billows of noise, ground shaking beneath our feet, brakes shrieking, but long gone now and the tracks removed. A sylvan path for dogs and walkers it’s become, a stroll between the season’s trees and bushes, nature’s idyll where once was steely bustle. Dark nights a distant whistle still blows around the bend. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 11.23.22 Prompt: Write a poem about something you can see from where you are right now. |
Sea Food The world is my oyster, though to some, it’s a cloister, and, if the earth’s sea food, it’s on lobsters I brood. Far from being selfish, I’m happy with most shellfish, and am never averse to mussels or worse. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 11.22.22 Prompt: The world is my oyster. |
In the Wind She stands, a tree in winter, wind blowing through bare branches, unmoved by life’s hard weather, a tower against the storm. Yet hear the tempest’s tearing breath give tortured voice in hollows worn, see, the lady slowly shatters in pieces far behind her strewn. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 11.21.22 Prompt: As per illustration. |
Umbrellas I only ever thought to please you, autumn colours as agreed, red your favourite, this I knew, red as the trees do seem to bleed. Sometimes you make me want to bellow, I wonder if you really listen, I’ve always said my favourite’s yellow, it’s true, in you there’s something missin’. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 11.21.22 Prompt: As per illustration. |