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. |
| Suspense “Is it true, it’s Halloween?” the pumpkin asked, distraught. I told him days yet in between, to ease his fears I thought. He shook with wild despair (my theory quite rebutted) and said he could not bear to wait till day he’s gutted. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 10.24.25 Prompt: Write a conversation between you and a Jack-o-lantern. |
| Dilemmas I’m a fan of the word “plump” though it has nothing to do with obesity when faced with a question that stumps and decisions so alike to a nicety So choice becomes impossible task with answers all equal to mind the future inscrutable mask then I plump for the first that I find. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 10.10.25 Prompt: Write a poem about making a difficult decision. |
| October 04 Agriculture It’s the farmers that do it with vision in their eyes that sees right through it and the desert belies. With their harvest they build civilisation’s balm it’s the future they milled through the strength of their arms. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 10.04.25 Prompt: Write an agricultural poem. |
| Unfolding Some lives are like a highway mine is a country lane hemmed in by hedges and shaded by trees twisting in random exuberance each bend a new adventure surprise a daily routine and tractors coming the other way. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 10.01.25 Prompt: Write a poem about ‘Life is like a highway.’ |
| Horticultural Theft In the contest greenhouse gritty this vanishing’s a certain pity - prize blossoms in the morning sun, on favoured shelf now all are gone. So dastard crime assails the garden, revenge does make the intent harden, but boasting was the primal cause - humility demands that we might pause. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 09.29.25 Prompt: Write a poem about the mystery of the missing potted plants. |
| On Being Watched Hidden in the long grass ducking the searchlight’s pass watching from the shadows secret the spectre goes. Silent too his passing a covert trespassing just a mild suspicion fleeting apparition. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 09.25.25 Prompt: Write about a hider in your poem. |
| The ‘Manis There’s a place in Africa where the heat of the lowlands drops away and the silence of the heights lives in the wind cool and sharp in its clarity. Up there the grass bends always in one direction and the rocks twisted and pierced with the blue of sky beyond lean upon each other in rows while the streams flow with golden water over white pebbles. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 09.24.25 Prompt: Write a poem about an unusual place. |
| Wandering Wandering has no goal it’s an undirected roll the horizon is its limit and chance is what we give it. Just to travel is enough over roads both smooth and rough the goal is not the end fulfillment’s round the bend. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 09.23.25 Prompt: Write a poem about wandering. |
| Lean on Me Like a house of cards we build the poem word by word and card by card. All depends on balance one supports another until a careless slip and all comes tumbling down. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 09.22.25 Prompt: Write a flimsy poem. |
![]() Relax Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, there’s no reason in what makes one smoulder. You may be pretty in pink one day and tomorrow so gorgeous in grey - all depends on your paramour, it’s the spark within that drives to adore. So remember the one you’re trying to impress is none other than self, not the dress. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 09.16.25 Prompt: As per illustration. |