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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. |
| Robert Frost, writing of cold November days, with a name like that he should know silver lace on glass in the low sun’s rays and silent, still days before the snow. Coincidence the name is, of course. He wrote with more than just the hoarse voice of coming winter and the cold. With summer’s joy he could be also bold. Line count: 8 Rhymed ababccdd For Express It In Eight, 11.20.22 Prompt: Poem My November Guest by Robert Frost. |
| Sandwich Bread and butter, a simple thing, yet the words do soundly ring, a no frills meal, a common deal, the basic fact that makes life real. Of all the foods it is the staple, for one, the sandwich, it makes able. Am I the only one to ponder what we did eat before this wonder? Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 11.19.22 Prompt: Bread and butter. |
| Fruit Pies Sometimes writing is a scramble through the undergrowth, clothes catching and flesh tearing with the thorns of sloth, as we search for those succulent blackberries of ideas, inspiration worth more than the scratch on my knee is. The reward is clear in our joy-stained grins of success, those purple-pigmented proofs of harvesting excess, and the delight in eyes that imagine the pastried pies already baking in our heated craniums to form the prize. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 11.18.22 Prompt: Scramble. |
| Aliens If they get here first, they’ll probably be green, though blue’s not impossible, their ships will be large, and certainly silent, with plenty of weird lights. If we get there first, we’ll be the aliens. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 11.17.22 Prompt: Alien. |
| Marine Memories I remember the rock pools of my youth, the South Atlantic trapped in tiny worlds of clear, cold water and drifts of sandy white, strewn with shells, anemones and tiny fish, and once came a little octopus from a cave. There we scrambled on the rocks and dabbled our feet in those limpid ponds, surprised limpets to pull them from their perches under a southern sun. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 11.16.22 Prompt: Pick up a book, turn to page 21, and without looking, put your finger on a spot on the page. That’s your first word. Then do that again on page 34. Now you have two words to include in your poem. (Below your poem, please share the book you used to find the words!) Note: The highlighted words were taken at random from the required pages of The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame. |
 The Task Two friends upon the bench, survey the scene, an autumn field strewn with the leaves of summer, bronze to titian now, forgotten their foliage green. One man complains to the other, “Oh, that’s a bummer. Just two rakes to sweep all this? It can’t be done. You need a ride-on or, at the very least, a blower.” The other shrugs his orange-clad shoulders, “It’s all I have - and I said it wouldn’t be much fun.” Line count: 8 Rhymed ababcddc For Express It In Eight, 11.15.22 Prompt: As per illustration. |
| Flotsam And so I remain, like a mariner shipwrecked and cast upon an unknown and chilly shore, a mere stain of feeble being, belching up the vile brine of a life sodden to the core. I didn’t expect to be breathing yet, well past some apocalyptic millennium, an unwanted reject in unimagined future disintegration, a strange and awful requiem. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 11.14.22 Prompt: Remain. |
| Song for the Forsaken Neither here nor there, indeed, I know not where; I’m sure I left it here, but now it don’t appear; or maybe it fell down and silent hit the ground; oh, surely it’s not lost, or in the garbage tossed. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 11.13.22 Prompt: Neither, nor. |
| Faith There might be giants living and breathing amongst us, shaking the earth, heads in the stars, and all we need do to see these wonders is turn the telescope around and open our eyes. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 11.11.22 Prompt: Video entitled The Little Girl Giant. |
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