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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. |
| Zorba To wake every morning to a brand new day, to be without mourning over things passed away, to see in old friends the best and the true, is to live in the end just how God meant you to. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 12.10.22 Prompt: “Since we cannot change reality, let us change the eyes which see reality.” – Nikos Kazantzakis (author of Zorba the Greek). |
| Time 2 She has the proverbial hour glass figure (I do not tell you this so you may snigger) concave and convex combined in perfect form (a happy coincidence far from the norm) yet the sands of time so inevitable (whose results you would think inequitable) wreak the same havoc in each of us and all (shame on us now if our expectations fall). Liner count: 8 Rhymed aabb 11 syllables per line For Express It In Eight, 12.09.22 Prompt: Hour glass. |
| Ouch “Ouch” is not universal, in places not even rehearsal - I know for a fact and state without tact, in Afrikaans when pain makes ‘em shout, the word “aynah” lets it all out, and this has the same effect whatever the word you select. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 12.08.22 Prompt: Ouch. |
 Extravaganza In the Green Room, the Legs Contest was in full flow. I did well for Presentation, scoring highly for Colourful Costume, but came last for Number of Feet. My partner felt this was unfair and swore that the judges had only one eye between them. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 12.07.22 Prompt: As per illustration. |
| Transparent I’m looking though you like a book picked at random a telescope aimed at the blue or a narrow gorge in tandem. Like reading through glass or a rabbit in flashlight lesson in one-oh-one class or a pool limpid and bright. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Right, 12.06.22 Prompt: Write a transparent poem. |
| Chill The forest waits, breathless in the cold, as the night freezes in silence, and frost paints your breath still, a lighter cloud against the darkness, hanging like a veil in the sharp, stinging atmosphere. Far away, beyond the trees, the moon rises in ghastly pallor and the long complaint of a howling wolf greets its frigid majesty. Your fingers, numb and brittle, clench in search of shelter. Line count: 8 + 4. Free verse For Express It In Eight, 12.05.22 Prompt: Write a 12 line poem that chills to the bone. |
| Right Now That most immediate thing, the innermost ring, the finite now, the least that time allows, this momentary existence has not the past’s persistence, nor future’s scope, yet remains our only hope. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 12.04.22 Prompt: Focus on “right now.” |
| Creation The giver of stars whose hand swept the infinite reach of the dark, deserted universe to leave it sprinkled with points of light, each a meltdown of furious reaction reduced to pinholes in the dark panoply of space, our nightly comforter. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 12.03.22 Prompt: The giver of stars. |
| Floating We depart, a whole bunch of us, launched like refugees upon the air, scattering and tossed in the breeze, tumbling in the haphazard hand of fate, drifting apart, spreading out, wafting with the willful winds, each seeking a different landfall and each a dreaded dandelion. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 12.02.22 Prompt: Write a poem about floating. |
| Middelburg Oh, Middelburg, I hold no grudge and you were no worse than so many Transvaal dorps, but to be dropped, hitchhiking, at one end of your dry, dusty, limitless street, meant too long a walk through the town. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 12.01.22 Prompt: A place I never want to go to again. Notes: A dorp is Afrikaans for a small town. Middelburg is such a place in the Eastern Transvaal (as it was then called) and consists of a crossroads along which the town has grown up. If you are hitchhiking through to other places (and I can think of no other reason to go to Middelburg) and were dropped at one end of the town, you are faced with an endlessly long walk to the other side of town and the chance of catching the next ride. |
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