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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. |
| Dandelions Where did dandelions grow before the lawn’s invention? Surely nature’s brave commandos sent with full intention, the fly in verdant ointment, designed to spoil perfection, thus their divine appointment a floral insurrection. Line count: 8 Rhymed ababcdcd For Express It In Eight, 05.06.22 Prompt: Dandelions. |
| Unequivocal Fact Nos. 39 and 40 You tell me that, “Time is not a line but a dimension, like the dimensions of space” and, if I reply, “It’s a matter of semantics,” you call me antisemantic. Such is the modern world where the camera never lies. It’s Photoshop. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 05.04.22 Prompt: “Time is not a line but a dimension, like the dimensions of space.” "I am a camera with its shutter open, quite passive, recording, not thinking." |
 Song of Departure Now the creeping mists of autumn soak with dew the morning grass, and the pastel sunrise spreads the coming winter’s message, so you rise in massing chorus, eager now to leave these skies, heading south towards the sun and I, alone, to face the freeze. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 05.03.22 Prompt: As per illustration. |
| Shipwreck The night was dark, lit only by flashes of lightning in the raging skies, our desperation given voice by the rampant waves and pounding thunder, cold our panic as the water flooded the deck, and we loosed the ropes to launch the boat, but not as cold as those northern seas, no comfort as we escaped the foundered ship. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 05.02.22 Prompt: Illustration of storm at sea and ship sinking. |
  Captain L.E.G. Oates “I am just going outside and may be some time." Snowblind in the whiteout, white while blinkered with the brightest sight, all the world submerged in light, glare that, lancing through eyelids tight, yet spreads abroad its formless might, days held fast in radiant night, direction frozen from left and right, Antarctic wanderer gives up the fight. Line count: 8 Free verse (apart from rhyming every line, of course) For Express It In Eight, 04.29.22 Prompt: White. |
| Strange Beasts ‘Tis remarkable, the fabled fish stick, so clean designed, in shape a brick, suggests the wings of buffalo to fly across the plains, you know, and nuggets of the humble chicken, mysterious, yet good fer lickin’, but none can soar like the bombay duck, not eagle, beagle or greenback buck. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabbccdd For Express It In Eight, 04.28.22 Prompt: "The only kind of seafood I trust is the fish stick, a totally featureless fish that doesn't have eyeballs or fins." – Dave Barry. |
 Perception An eye of ferocious mien, glaring upon the assembled throng, disdaining creatures of the earth, a furious complexion containing the empty void of endless space. Another mood and meaning to the matter of “mooning.” Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 04.27.22 Prompt: As per illustration. |
| Fruitses 3 Like an apple or a lime, we all mellow after time, ripened in the summer sunshine, now a celebrated wine settling gently into age, freed from passions, seeming sage, yet eyes can still retain their twinkle though years make faces dry and wrinkled. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabbccdd For Express It In Eight, 04.26.22 Prompt: Mellow. |
| Tomorrow 2 Maybe tomorrow my ship will come in, bluebirds will fly over rainbows, unicorns will dream of pink dragons, with one bound I’ll leap over buildings, ticker tape processions will greet my arrival. But for today, I’ll just be me. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 04.25.22 Prompt: Maybe tomorrow… |
| One Flew Over The irony being there is nothing mad about the cuckoo that builds no nest and leaves parenting to more programmed birds, preferring to rejoice, to sing the coming summer, and seek immortality in Swiss clocks. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 04.24.22 Prompt: One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. |
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