Gratitude is thrown off sometimes like
Roasted peppers that burn the senses and
Ardent smells that enter pores from the fire to
The thicket covered with prickly thorns
Imbued with poisonous buds that roam from
Tension to relaxation, usurped we lose our
Understanding of what we care for, exaltation becomes
Descriptive of emotions, love and sympathy aren’t
Eluded, if we pay close attention to ourselves
Red Wolf Journal Spring 2014, and a fresh start
10 years ago
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Thank you, Pamela: there, that's my gratitude. The poem could have no other title, surely? It reads well aloud, though of course the hearer misses the accrostic.
ReplyDeleteThanks Viv and that is the problem with acrostic, better to be read I suppose.
ReplyDeletePamela
I love to do Acrostics they're lots of fun! This is awesome the last two lines make the poem it is so true!
ReplyDeleteAmanda,
ReplyDeleteThey are fun. I like to do them every now and then. Thanks.
Pamela
This is really great, Pamela! The words just seemed to flow for you!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much Diane.
ReplyDeletePamela
Great imagery! I love the idea of doing an acrostic - I chose to do one as well! :)
ReplyDeleteFaith,
ReplyDeleteThanks and I thought it seemed appropriate.
Not so sure why. :)
Pamela
Well done, wonderful imagery.
ReplyDeleteThanks Petrina and I enjoyed your winter poem.
ReplyDeletePamela
well done acrostic Pam....i like doing acrostic.....but dont seem to do many of them...thanks for this
ReplyDeleteThanks Wayne. I don't do many myself.
ReplyDeleteCheers,
Pamela
Lovely Acrostic Pamela!
ReplyDeleteyeah, sometimes we do need to pay closely to attention :-)