Twisted and twirled by the ghoulish wind
On the almost barren, haggard branches
Rags of leaves once vibrant and verdant
Mourning the memories of a swirling spring
Clinging to an aeon of bygone dreams
Etched and inked on the canvas of mind
Limp now perhaps once agile
Every now and then trying to rise
Bent, broken , browbeaten, bruised
Ravaged yet holding back hopes tight
And something more...d'you know what it is?
'Tis called the will to live, love life
In moments even of despair and doubt
On wings of fanciful delight
'N cooing the eternal song of rhyme
"See! I am still alive"
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Yes, even in the darkest most crushing hours most hope to cling to life.
ReplyDeleteI guess that's how we pull on Penelope. Thanks for the visit.
DeleteA very impressive acrostic! The alliterations and dramatic language work beautifully to support the subject matter.
ReplyDeleteThank you Rosemary
DeleteNice use of the acrostic form.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much Priscilla
DeleteWill to live generally won't be put down. Did well on the accrostic, I followed the first verse best. I haven't written very many acrostics in a long time. For a few years it was a group that we wrote one every weekend.
ReplyDeleteThank you Jim. The weekend acrostic program must have been very exciting. You are right the second verse was an after thought. Take care.
DeleteI love this celebration of life!!!!!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Helen.
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