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| Collar upturned, at the bus shelter, she was sitting. Knees trembled with cold, a sob puffed out, misting. Distant thunder rumbled, or was it a v8 revving? A hot-rodded Ford skidded to a stop, music blasting The driver, angry, leapt out, shouting, arms waving, while her shoulders slumped lower, her head shaking. “Just forget it!” he’d left, roaring engine, wheels skidding. An approaching bus lights the road, her heart finally lifting. Written for Express it in Eight Prompt: 'Just forget it' Style: ending in 'ing', which is not even a thing, except: Embarrassing! |
| The glass in the windowpane rattled as a truck drove by, Grandad Gray ignored it Smoke from his cigarette wafted up slowly from the ashtray, positioned near his coffee cup His head and shoulders bent over the morning newspaper Wars, deaths, price increases And then a low rumble emanated from deep inside, bubbling laughter at Charlie’s antics |
Pure adrenalin surged and pounded my veins, this was more fun than trains, boats or planes. I clung to cardboard, in a white-knucked grip, bumping, bouncing, skidding, and then almost a flip. Flying downwards at a breakneck bone-rattling pace, “Whooo hoo!” The sport is a grass-style toboggan race. Careening without direction is the only course downhill. It's the ultimate (coincidently only) Ellidaey Isle thrill Written for Express it in Eight Prompt: a picture of a very remote island (Ellidaey) with one house on it, and a huge hill. |
The Law of Entropy presides e.g. Moses' Ten Commandments. Heed Newton's Law of Gravity, and for some The Twelve Steps also. Praise be Fibonacci’s sequence, or more simply, use Rule of thirds. But above all these, we commend: Be on time, Listen more, Talk less Form: 8 lines of 8 syllables Written for Express it in Eight Prompt: SIMPLE RULES FOR LIVING, BE ON TIME, LISTEN MORE, TALK LESS Entropy Definition ▼ |
A life defined by 5 Weeks scramble Over volcanic Galapogos Island rock Where Charles Darwin beheld sights with the portent of creationists' shock Back aboard ship with trusty journal and crates of specimens for the Zoo With academic demeanor he penned ‘Theory of Evolution’, his scientific coup Written for Express it in Eight Prompt: ZOO, DEMEANOR, SHIP |
Frustrated he raged against the bounds Angry words misdirected Those limitations he himself had imposed All things interconnected I prayed the scales would fall from his eyes The door was always open Put down his hammer, soften his brow to see Love had never been broken Written for Express is in Eight Prompt: Let the Words of the Titles Inspire You! The Winter of Our Discontent - by John Steinbeck All the Light We Cannot See - by Anthony D The Giver of Stars - by Jojo Moyes |
hear the soft drumming sound upon wooden floorboards empty rocking chair found the family called him George slowing to a stop when watched movement not from a draft phantasmal knitter stopped briefly halting his necro-craft Rhyme: ABAB CDCD Written for Express it in Eight Prompt: Apparition Note: drawn from my husband's recollection of a spooky rocking chair when he was a kid and his sisters claiming they had a resident ghost named George. |
Warmth and darkness enveloped, ‘neath the covers she softly slept. Carefree her mind roamed far and free, while weary body replenished. But then an inky movement pressed. A stealthy and creeping presence, disturbing sleep with awareness of a furry feline Snuggler 8 lines of 8 syllables free verse Written for Express it in 8 Prompt: Awareness  |
| My spirits were low Over a silly little thing Venting I tantrum ‘gainst Everything - Anything Mood finally shifted Energised by sandy shores Neutralised by fresh air Thoughts decluttered of furor Acrostic poem, with every second line rhymed Written for Express it in 8 11.16.23 Prompt: fresh air, movement, decluttering “Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all.” — Emily Dickinson ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| In autumns chill a sunbeam falls though the window striking upon a vase its crystal facets glint rainbows sparkling joy and warming my smile. Express it in 8 prompt: Write a clear poem “Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all.” — Emily Dickinson ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
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