An acrostic elegy, with alliteration and rhyme , meant for today's prompt. This one's a sad love poem. Hope you enjoy!!
Art is the only fire that could devour us alive, and bring us back more whole than ever before.
"It was like mourning the death of someone who died long ago. One you didn't know."
an elegy to the late, great Robin Williams, aka John Keating in Dead Poets Society.
We are sitting on the tip of the lions tongue.
O’ what ability did we lose on that September morning? Who’s potential was stopped short, and replaced with mourning?
The next morning: A messenger bird.
The tree-trunk brought him solace a place to rest his hand