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. |
No Sh*t, Sherlock? Amy Winehouse is dead, a huge talent gone too soon, but I have found another - an Irish lassie of volume, sparkle, innocence and range, with style and sass to match, her name is Allie Sherlock. Elementary, my dear Watson! Line count: c 8 For Express It In Eight, 03.04.22 Prompt: Write a poem about something found. Note: Sample https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A3DzeutUStg |
Horizons Out there, where the wind blows free, the world is bound by horizons, wide and limitless in open plains, swaddled by forest in the cooler north, and here, in the house, the world is my desk where concentration binds the limits around me, pierced only by a narrow portal, the net, and my horizon beyond Cassiopeia. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 03.03.22 Prompt: Horizon. |
Memory “Fingerprints on an abandoned handrail,” * the fading trail of an accidental life, those unremarkable moments stored by a soul otherwise engaged, yet remembered in high definition, sharp, clear but still enigmatic, as though frozen instants recorded by a camera swinging wildly on a strap, yet now compelling to the aged mind. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 03.02.22 Prompt: Illustration of a fingerprint. * Note: A quote from Bob Mortimer. |
Taking Stock Old man on park bench, raking through the years, searching for reasons and a meaning to life. Dreaming in memories, he smiles at a forgotten face, understands at last each step towards death. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 03.01.22 Prompt: Rake. |
A Sunday Remembered Just one Sunday, a bright sunny Sunday, and, for a change, the Friends’ meeting house, bright, silent room, heads in meditation, windows bright with light, the air numinous. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 02.27.22 Prompt: Sunday. |
Saturnalia No Saturdays can compare with those of my youth. While parents snooze in bed, kids own the tube the cartoons fill the morning, blessed sloth defeats the demon duty, and summer smiles with sunlight. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 02.26.22 Prompt: Saturday. |
Legal Tender “I promise to pay the bearer on demand…” not that I ever heard of anyone so bold as to ask for the gold, defeated, as no doubt they were, as how to gain the most benefit from the fabulous yellow metal, the point being, of course, to rid our pockets of such heavy tender. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 02.25.22 Prompt: 1862 – US law is passed authorizing the United States Note (greenback) into circulation, first flat paper money as legal tender. |
A Song of Suet Dumplings should be made with suet, white nuggets of gold we mined for in a steaming stew to savour, prospectors of the tasty treat, as we were in our fabled heyday. All mined out now, and suet a forgotten dream; small comfort that we know now how it’s made. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 02.24.22 Prompt: Dumpling. |
Toxic Consideration Had my pen loaded with poison, all primed and ready to write. Then second thoughts eroded intent, I inspected my motives instead. What wrongs will be righted by this, some cheap satisfaction at most? Far better to rise above hatred and let karma decide on the rest. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 02.23.22 Prompt: Poison. |
Drought In their great pain they prayed for rain, devised new dances, went into trances. Storm clouds massed in the skies at last, but such was their fate, the rain came too late. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 02.22.22 Prompt: Illustration of dry plain with dead trees. |