Friday, January 21, 2011

Acrostics, Part III

Hello Internets, keeping it light on the rant today and higher on the poetry. So let's just dive along right into our last little batch of acrostics. Warning: There is no reasoning / theme behind the poetry today, it's all just a chaotic fall down a pretty hole of mind.Though, I guess, it is at least a little "adventure-y".



“Pomegranates”
Mingling on the edge of a new day
Illuminating the tips of stars,
Distant though they are
Never asking much to be done
Imagining the flight of owl's feeding
Growing on in length
Helplessly leaking away, until tomorrow
Thinning out, as dawn breaks


“Azalea”
Dungeons and dragons and magical things
In a world unseen, but quite well known
Characters of all sorts, birthed like Athena
Everyone gathering for new adventures to foreign shores


“Father of Sigurd”
Very well known,
Once upon a time
Long, long ago, in medieval Iceland.
Sigmund was slotted to be the hero,
Undoing Siggeir's life
Not stopping in his conquest until a fighting pause,
Guided to Valhalla by Odin himself

1 comments:

girl daydreaming said...

"the day is early yet"

what a beautiful and profound poem. the words of your post and your poetry are a balm for me heart... much needed. thanks. hope you're feeling better and the 'disagreement' has resolved itself.

have a sweet week...

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