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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. |
The Grit on My Tongue Birthstone you say? Well, mine is pearl, and that’s kinda ironic since Pearl was a friend of mine, and more than that, a femme fatale. I came very close to mistake monumental. Line count: 8 Form: I call it Afterthought - free verse except that the last lines of the stanzas rhyme. For Express It In Eight, 07.04.23 Prompt: Write a poem inspired by your birthstone. Note: Happy Independence Day! |
American Gothic Steady, Martha, don’t let them see the deep joy of toil to build the prosperity that enables the frivolity of their careless lives. They must imagine only the grim fact of honest labor on the faces of thee and me if they are ever to understand the emptiness and waste of their ways. Only if we maintain this steadfast, stolid bearing can we personify the simple truths that yet might rescue them from the meaningless swamp of modernity. Yes, Henry, though there are times when even I find it hard to believe that light can penetrate such unremitting darkness in the soul, such foolishness and idiocy. But you are right and, for the moment, I must endure and let them be as they will be. Line count: 8. I have separated each line with a space to show that there are indeed eight lines, even though some are longer than others. Rhymed aaaaaaaa For Express It In Eight, 07.03.23 Prompt: The painting American Gothic by Grant Wood. |
Scarecrow Named for my profession, I have tried to live to expectation, but, sadly, it’s my confession (sigh) that scaring really ain’t my station. My arms are clearly all-embracing, spread wide to all the world in search, and, far indeed from threatened chasing, to crows they make a useful perch. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 07.02.23 Prompt: National Build a Scarecrow Day. |
Elevator This party is on the rise; that’s all now - we’ve hit our max, any more might be our demise, already I’m seeing some cracks. Though right now we’re all very high, we are destined in time to descend, our limits we are fools to deny, it’s not the fall that I fear, it’s the end! Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 07.01.23 Prompt: Party in an elevator. |
![]() ![]() Gateway A trap set most plain in the path from the abyss, the iron ring invites unwary travellers on with a glimpse of the shining portal beyond. Yet who will dare the sudden grip of those jagged metal jaws? Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 06.30.23 Prompt: As per illustration. |
A Basket A tisket, a tasket, I’ve lost my little basket, so sang my father, though he never went further and I never learned, or even discerned, what caused his great loss and made him so cross. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 06.28.23 Prompt: Write a poem about a basket. |
Haunted The house is empty now, drained of life and living, the dark night filling the spaces once bright with joy and laughter. Now a shadow lingers on, boards creak and cobwebs drape, uneasiness guards shuttered lips, and fear engulfs the soul. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In eight, 06.27.23 Prompt: Uneasiness. |
Yo Ho Ho “Aye, aye, my eye” I said as the captain came on board, bejewelled with golden thread and ceremonial sword. “Stand easy man, I’m no better than you, my name is Stan,” he said as he eyed the crew. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 06.26.23 Prompt: “Eye” used as a noun and a verb. |
Zero Zero is to modern math a burning flame, the one true path, there was a time when we had no nought, from India we had it brought. Now the Romans are over the hill, they never knew the wonders of nil; the number of our nothings grows until we’re swimming in a sea of dough. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 06.25.23 Prompt: Zero. |