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. |
![]() Time Passing Two-sixteen and the minutes fly like ravens from the hand of Time, scattered to the sullen stormclouds of a gathering future. Tossed on the winds of uncertain fate, these moments drift beyond our sight, gone forever as hope dies at last, their cries, with Poe, of “Nevermore.” Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 05.13.23 Prompt: As per illustration. |