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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. |
| 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. |
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Dan is a poet; I can point out at least one of ID's songs that has a perfectly symmetrical syllable count. Ryan leaves more up to the skill of his voice...
