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On a recent writing retreat to Roaring Gap, NC, the prompt “some days” was given to the group. I decided to write an acrostic poem.
S-silence tiptoes gently across my busy mind
O-once overwhelmed with the surrounding sounds of life, I bow my head in rest
M-mesmerized by the sounds of silence, I am rocked gently to and fro
E-energy of a different kind holds me close like the casing spun of silk by a moth caterpillar
D-daylight evolves into starlit skies
A-awash with shooting stars and twinkling lights-like New York City in reverse
Y-yesterday, with its rustle and bustle of deadlines, decisions and worries
S-slips gently away as the tide pulls them back into the sea