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Are you familiar with the Acrostic poem? Where you write a word vertically down a page and fit an apposite word or sentence for each line?
Acrostic Style – This is a poem that is constructed in such a way that the first letter of each
line can be compiled together to spell one or more words. They may often be the same as
This example is particularly clever it begins and ends with Stroud,
by Paul Hansford –
Set among hills in the midst of five valleyS,
This peaceful little market town we inhabiT
Refuses (vociferously!) to be a conformeR.
Once home of the cloth it gave its name tO,
Uphill and down again its streets lead yoU.
Despite its faults it leaves us all charmeD.
Here is a one ended acrostic for adventure.
Voyage into new territory
Navigating new pathways
Thrill seeking comes in different colours
Risk or risk averse there are opportunities to
Any one care to try one in the comments section or challenge me to do a different one?
I reflect on what we might have been
had things been different
life’s unforseen,twists and turns
follows fates convuluted hand
I had a glimpse a dream
a different future – built on sand
Would we have been greater in pairing
or a disaster that fate has been kind in sparing
our paths met, then diverged, adding richness
loneliness and sadness in the parting
leaving a layer of learning which must add growth
or is this but a hollow dream
What I am yet to become
will be due to singular striving
happiness and fulfillment
in this life needs work and dedication
I reflect on what is now
what might have been I disallow
Another world, another life, we might be bliss
until then I move forward to fulfill my destiny
living life to the full only more so
because I shared a morsel of it with you
This is not a hollow dream.
Samantha Beardon ©
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