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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. |
| Besieged Dark, winter’s morning, and I am snuggled in the sheets with just an errant fingertip released and to explore; but even that betrays defence, determined draught invading and scratching at my side. I need a weatherstrip. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 03.09.25 Prompt: Use two or more of these words in your poem - skip corn chip fingertip weatherstrip apprenticeship. |
| Reset Press the button to reset when nothing works at all and you’re trying to forget what drives you up the wall. Oh magic button please do not desert us now put everything at ease and soothe our fevered brow. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 03.08.25 Prompt: Write a reset poem. |
| Dubious Assertion is not convincing without facts it waves white flags and leaves our belief merely wincing while respect for your sanity sags. Don’t resort to the usual fact checkers your taste in those is always dire the ones that you choose are wreckers and invariably ultimate liars. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express IT In Eight, 03.07.25 Prompt: Write a doubtable poem. |
| Vanished Has anybody seen my ode? My woes they now unload: my ode has gone, ‘twas left upon the dresser all in code. And now, to really make me pout, my sonnet’s flown right up the spout. Oh please, allay my doubt. Line count: 8 Form: It’s what I call an augmented limerick, rhymed aabba ccc For Express It In Eight, 03. 06.25 Prompt: Write a lost poem. |
| Ask Me About My Air Friar Well he’s not exactly mine, this flying friar divine, but a friend he certainly is, in fact his name is Chris, and it’s true that he can fly, I admit I don’t know why, he has to double wrap his habit so the jet stream cannot grab it. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 03.05.25 Prompt: Ask me about my air fryer. |
| Apology to a Nightingale I’ve never heard a nightingale at least, I wouldn’t know, as their prevailing tale maintains they sing on high not low and being far beyond my sight I’d have no clue indeed whose song it be on that dark night, which bird my ear doth feed. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab (but see Note) For Express It In Eight, 03.04.25 Prompt: “Ode to a Nightingale” by John Keats. Note: I have cheated slightly on the rhyme scheme in the third line. The rhyme is there but it’s internal instead of at the end. |
| Fear Fear the man who is so sure who knows the truth and will endure speaks out his mind with certainty declares it loud and earnestly. It’s best to flee from the one who preaches in absolute belief in what he teaches who will not hear of indecision for he’s the one with twisted vision. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 03.03.25 Prompt: Uncertainty. |
| Black and White It’s all about contrast in the days of television when all was grey and misty twiddle the knobs to change the scene until you find the knife edge keen. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 03.02.25 Prompt: Write a black and white poem. |
| Three Reasons The three reasons we have seasons: one, the weather changes forever, two, a reminder of what is behinder, and three, to share whatever we dare. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 03.01.25 Prompt: Write a poem entitled “Three Reasons.” |
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