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. |
| Rhyme Time was when I made no rhyme Prime instead was meter Rhyme the stuff of nursery jingles Mime would be a better thing. Crime it may well have been Climb did I from my pit Chime the bell of my repentance I’m now a rhymer with the rest. Line count: 8 Rhymed first word of each line For Express It In Eight, 11.05.25 Prompt: Write a poem rhyming the first word of each line. |
| A New Plan Planning’s not a thing I do - it’s not that I resent the thought that’s needed for the brew, I’ve enough to do in the present. Just to talk of new and wonderful plans is far and way beyond me, so totally out of my hands - I’ll drift with the wind quite fondly. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 11.04.25 Prompt: Write a poem about a new plan. |
| The Wind Chill Song Wind chill made me ill caught a cold and I am old. So I snuffle with coat all ruffled snow’s bad enough wind makes it rough. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 11.03.25 Prompt: Write a chill wind poem. |
| Loner Yes you’ll not know me the quiet one who shuns the crowd watching with haunted eyes as the mass pursues its fancy drunk on the emptiness of fashion loud in camaraderie shored up with mutual intent. I am always the other. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 11.02.25 Prompt: Write a poem about a solitary, lonely person. |
| On Cheese No matter your opinion of cheese, delight or loathing or tease, you’ll smile whenever you say it - it’s law and you must obey it. This curious affliction we suffer whether weak or even much tougher is for convenience of the snapper happy faces making photos more dapper. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 11.01.25 Prompt: Write a cheese poem. |