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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. |
| Words “Whirligig” speaks to me of the water boatman beetle that you so often see spinning centripetal. Whereas “zany” sounds American though old Bill may have coined it and he was such a merry man it’s possible he purloined it. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 05.09.25 Prompt: Whirligig and zany. |
| Podiatrist I wish I had a footman a podiatrist indeed much more than just a bootman in all things foot he’d lead. He’d tell stories of the toes and charm us with the heel in step wherever he goes so grounded we would feel. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 05.08.25 Prompt: Podiatrist. |
| The Diet of Worms Politics, religion, sex, these things that often us do vex flavoured with too hot chilli and served abundant until we’re silly. You say that it is food for thought so satisfied we really ought to be but argument and indigestion becomes the answer to the question. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 05.07.25 Prompt: Write a poem including “food for thought.” |
| Leonard Cohen And you’d be miserable too with his great cloak of pessimism draped about your shoulders and that crack of light insufficient to illuminate your world. Some poets are mere glowsticks that need to be broken before shedding any light at all. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 06.05.25 Prompt: "There is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in." ― Leonard Cohen (from his song “Anthem”). |
| Thunder Thunder always happens when it’s raining or so sang Fleetwood Mac Yet who can hear the soft fall of an English drizzle when the memory takes one back Or the grey veil of downpour in the distant hills rumbling in the midst of African drought and the cat hiding under the bed from storms you know nothing about. Line count: 8 Rhymed abcb For Express It In Eight, 05.05.25 Prompt: Thunder. |
| Lichen Fingers pick at the rock, scratching away the lichen, and negating the growth of decades, the humble expansion of creeping ages, creation of soil, enabling the greening of earth, and life on the planet. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 05.03.25 Prompt: Write a slow growth poem. |
| Making a Difference Like a rock in the stream he stands immovable a silent and still figure dividing the flow of the crowd that parts around him unnoticed by those eyes that see only another world and a new direction. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 05.02.25 Prompt: Write a poem about making a difference. |
| On Waking In that first moment when I awake, the dream fades with the shades of night, all that was clear and accepted is now scattered and chaotic, the shreds of meaning torn by the dawn, and I am left befuddled and cold, mourning in the dim light of morning, bereft of another world’s charms. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 05.01.25 Prompt: Include the emboldened phrase in your poem. |
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