Otherworldly breezes slip between the cracks of my
Consciousness, coaxing forth
Thoughts of swift release. There is no tension,
Only the burden of having been
Born in the month of Death, sensing the spirits as they
Enter into this world. They frolic with us, the long departed ones, then
Return to the veiled beyond on Samhain night.
Exceptional!
Too often, acrostics can seem forced or strained - the writer has everything rolling along nicely for a few lines and then comes across a line needing a letter which just doesn't seem to fit - so we end up with something like 'leaping paisleys' or 'gargling sweat' - but this piece flows, it is smooth, moody, creative, weaves an atmosphere which the reader can actually 'feel' - everything fits, and apart from that, the whole work is very well done even without the acrostic feature. Excellent effort!
Exceptional!
Too often, acrostics can seem forced or strained - the writer has everything rolling along nicely for a few lines and then comes across a line needing a letter which just doesn't seem to fit - so we end up with something like 'leaping paisleys' or 'gargling sweat' - but this piece flows, it is smooth, moody, creative, weaves an atmosphere which the reader can actually 'feel' - everything fits, and apart from that, the whole work is very well done even without the acrostic feature. Excellent effort!
This is my fav acrostic because october is my favorite month,
and you captured the magic in the moment, and how I percieve
seasons, the graphic is absolutely perfect and causes
the reader to lose thoughts in your words, beautifully and delving
such ambience, nicely done.
love it, i would consider this an excellent acrostic and would have never imagined it being your first,
as well the flow is quite captivating, the way you chip at stone, carve, sculpt your thoughts into marvel, the skill is clearly seen, the subject is something i can really relate to, as i am sure many can,
opening with the word, "otherwordly" gives this piece a metaphysical feeling, and projects an
ambience reflecting the supernatural in nature, you've created an awsome writing here,
Born in the month of Death" to ponder these lines takes the reader further and further into the
darkness, the october night, as the winds wisp, the soul takes flight, the concept is excellent.
that of spirits dwelling in the air, and how the magical month seems to be their time to dwell
nciely done, though i do have to say that october is one of my favorite months, samhain being the reason why. so i do feel comraderie with parts of this poem. the latter half captures october well. i do my best tarot readings near or on samhain so i personally do love to frolic with the spirits.
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