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The second of my collections of poems written for "Express It In Eight." |
| As usual these days, I choose blog format because it offers more space for the work. |
| Big Fish It seems to me the big fish is always the one that got away, the one that escapes the dish gives the angler the most to say. I knew a man who caught the world’s largest line-caught tuna recalling the battle he fought makes it seem like just a rumour. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 12.20.24 Prompt: Big fish. |
| Librarian My daughter’s a librarian as well as quite contrarian, and, far from being stuffy, she really is a toughie. As pretty as a picture, but gothic in the mixture, she ploughs her own furrow without thoughts of the morrow. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 12.19.24 Prompt: Write a poem about a librarian. |
| Empathy If your pain is my pain and so it often is and your joy just as much is not in me amiss then it would seem my gain from both joy and pain is measured out the same and all is in the game. Line count: 8 Rhymed abcb aadd For Express It In Eight, 12.18.24 Prompt: Write a poem about tender-heartedness. |
| Tuesday, December 17 Seasons The season swings around quite operatic in the muted hues of autumn so dramatic and baritone sounds of distant thunder bring threats to rip our summer peace asunder. So winter steps once more upon the stage as Earth turns quite icily her orbital page and thoughts turn to another promised year when spring will paint the skies so bright and clear. Line count:8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 12.17.24 Prompt: Write a poem that includes the words operatic and orbital. |
| Weather When the storm builds and lightning strikes it’s not hard to feel a stirring, the blood racing and mind alert, perhaps the braver minds preferring. While the quiet times do lull and shine, the sun in heaven smiling and peace abounds in heart and mind, till fog’s blanket wraps with sleep beguiling. Line count: 8 Rhymed abcb For Express It In Eight, 12.16.24 Prompt: Write a poem about feeling a connection with nature. |
| The Old Man Asserts His Rights Shoo! Get off my lawn! You unwashed gaggle of no-goods, don’t you trample on my new-mown grass, my neatly tended sward, digging in my luscious topsoil and raking lumps and bumps. Be off with you! Damn starlings. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 12.15.24 Prompt: Shoo! |
| A Song of Lost Marbles Marbles! I lost mine years ago, not figuratively but in reality (flirtation with insanity a thing of later, teenage years), and those bright, cold globes of clear glass shot through with colour, obsession to some, for others a game, fed my nascent collective drive. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 12.14.24 Prompt: Lose your/my marbles. |
| Vicks VapoRub Vicks VapoRub green top, blue tub granny’s remedy piercing smellery no more snuffles or sneezing ruffles magical lotion without commotion. Line count: 8 Rhymed couplets For Express It In Eight, 12.05.24 Prompt: None so I improvised. |
| Guessing “How long should you boil an egg?” The answer is quite dubious, it being so long ago - I play for time and memory, “Hard or soft boiled?” “Hard,” he replies, to my relief, thinking overshoot won’t matter, “Two minutes of boisterous boil.” Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 12.04.24 Prompt: Write a poem that contains dialogue. |
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