Another day in the world of WordPress has provided another glorious opportunity to fine tune our art of expression, Writing 201, challenge number 3 is in play. The poetic form we have been given to play with today is “Acrostic”, spelling out a word, or words with the first letters of each line of our poem. The optional devise we can make used of today is the internal rhyme, and finally the prompt. Our poems have the option of addressing the topic trust, in any manner we see fit. This is my contribution. Enjoy!
Momentary truths are tested against forever,
Afflictions of affection, feeding a foul weather.
Summers of sweet escapes and serenading amore,
Quiver in moors, stagnant, stripped of any allure.
Unravelling vales falling, raising a stale wall,
Elaborate tales told, unfold to exhale all.
Roaring flames spasming, eating away the frame,
Attacking the strokes painted by pain of a known name.
Deceit is a small game in the dance of hidden intention,
Evading the truth for gain, only maims future ascension.