J E N N I F E R

my 1st...actually..my ONLY Acrostic ..for a contest ~ an acrostic of our name ...hmmm

J uxtaposed, thoughts and emotions caught up in snap crosswinds, tickle my pen

E longated shadows loom over beautiful broken down walls, of the oddest stone

N uances of time and place cling to damp hopes on sticky pages, which smell like someone I loved once

N ew tears wet crumpled poems, and children’s cheeks

I never cared for short days, black licorice, or the way my jeans fit

Forever has grown thick wildflowers without names,

E ssences of answered prayers, and favorite songs

R etrospect has become my thesis and my bliss

 

 

© 2007 J Hampton bythewurd@ yahoo.com

Blesssssss

Reviews

[Bubo]

What a beautiful deeply meaningful piece............every line containing apart of you.

I never cared for short days, black licorice, or the way my jeans fit
Forever has grown thick wildflowers without names,
Essences of answered prayers, and favorite songs
Retrospect has become my thesis and my bliss

Beautiful thoughts.......amongst sadness comes retrospect of life and love........and writing.

[KAREN BROWN]

I really enjoyed this a lot I has a lot of emotions and was written well thank you so much for sharing this with me.

[Carole]

Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous! The imagery you used here is absolute impeccable. A charming piece. Plays on the heart all the way through.

N ew tears wet crumpled poems, and children's cheeks

I never cared for short days, black licorice, or the way my jeans fit

Forever has grown thick wildflowers without names,

E ssences of answered prayers, and favorite songs

R etrospect has become my thesis and my bliss

One of the most beautiful acrostics I have seen in a long-long time! Carole :-)

[Blackbirdsong]

Well hopefully this inspires you to write more of these because this is just a glorious write and I feel somehow closer to you. Love the part about the licorice, the answered prayers and the jeans.

[AK]

Very nice work, this!

[The Archangel Gabriel]

That is wonderful work. It reminds me of a girl I once knew. What a sweet girl some of the time.

I am really beginning to love acrostics. How many acrostics can we write with an eternity to work on them?

"N ew tears wet crumpled poems, and children's cheeks
I never cared for short days, black licorice, or the way my jeans fit"

That's awesome! Have you tried a different brand of jeans? I finally caved in and had to do it! I like it much better. I don't know what the Hrell I was thinking, but I am rethinking my thinking on those matters.

"E ssences of answered prayers, and favorite songs
R etrospect has become my thesis and my bliss"

A wonderful way to end a wonderful poem.

Peace and love,
Gabe

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Great imagery and description. This is the best acrostic I have yet to read. Kudos! Thanks for sharing. Just lovely and thoughtful.
Light,
Siddartha

[Mr. Deft Diction]

I'm mad that I haven't read this before. I LOVE this piece, b/c it's one of those rapid-fire, Def Poetry joints that get all up in you and make you skin hot with excitement!

"New tears wet crumpled poems, and children's cheeks..."

Wow.

And I'm the poet? HA!

[SassySays]

This is just...well....sighs......a very rich read....loved the way you wove this together

[Jake Svercek]

Thanks for supporting the workshops. Here's a taste of the sort of criticism you'll receive from me:

An English teacher at our school who is quite fond of poetry, and whose last name is incidentally Browning, once remarked that description is something women can do that men cannot. I'm starting to see that that is the case, and I am rather jealous, actually. You've put things in a way that nobody else ever could, which is the beauty of poetry, isn't it?

Kudos.

As a side note: Just now realised that this is an acrostic, which makes it even better, since that completely escaped my notice.

[Kelley Pascoe]

That was a Beautiful poem Jen!!!! I loved the way you put this down. It gave a warm feeling inside and a feeling of friendlyness. Great write!!! Thanks for sharing.
Kelley Frost