We will be toying with the ACROSTIC.
An ACROSTIC is a poem (or other form of writing) in which the first letter of each line (or paragraph, or other recurring feature in the text) spells out a word, message or the alphabet. As a form of constrained writing, an acrostic can be used as a mnemonic device to aid memory retrieval.
A simple ACROSTIC may merely spell out the letters of the alphabet in order; such an acrostic may be called an ‘alphabetical acrostic’ or Abecedarius.
Now for the “what” of the poem.
Today, September 22nd, is the official First Day of Autumn. And our thoughts turn to the sights, sounds, tastes and smells of this flamboyant season. I’m thinking apple cider and pumpkin pies, the cheers of a football crowd and visions of the many vibrant hues as the leaves change their colors before they fall and we rake them into piles and in some circumstances are able to burn them adding another aroma of familiar times. Choose something of Fall or that reminds you of Fall and make that your title/acrostic poem.
WALT’S ACROSTIC:
APPLE CIDER
Aromatic and sweet,
Purely a treat when
Pumpkins are prevalent.
Liquid love in abundance
Every sip makes taste buds dance.
Crushed and filtered,
In quarts or gallons,
Doughnuts come in tandem
Even apple pies will suffice,
Respite ripe for the pickin’.
(C) Walter J. Wojtanik – 2017
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A bit late, sorry (a triple acrostic) —
Autumn on the Tweed
As I drive alongside the river
under a sunny sky,
the air seems blue and golden
up and down my way –
my way along the river
now, and spreading forever.
Always it seems forever,
unbroken days of perfect weather,
Tweed River sparkling lazily –
untroubled, expansive,
mimicking Spring or even Summer. But
no, it’s Autumn; that rich, warm season.
Autumn was always my favourite time
under Heaven, as the earth rolls around
to repeat its cycles over and over
until time spins to a standstill and stops.
Must we think of that while the sun is shining?
Never! Let’s rest in the heartbeat of Autumn.
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AUTUMN
All summer
until equinox ~
toes in sand
under sun.
Months pass…October into
November. Autumn.
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FOOTBALL
Fall has been no fall at all.
Oh temperatures of ninety-plus,
Oh flip-flopped feet, and let’s discuss
The fact that fall’s already short!
Bales of hay and gourds consort
Apples, boots, and pumpkin pies,
Leaves of scarlet, deep blue skies. Maize is shucked, now
Let’s go Bucks!
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Pumpkins
Pure orange joy
Ultimate season for picking
More than you need.
Proud and stout, stem or without,
Kind of tall and thin–even
In white, strange sight.
Nothing like the scent of
Spices like cinnamon, and ginger clouding the kitchen.
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I think white pumpkins are pretty! Nicely captured fall, in sight and scent!
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Thanks, Marie!
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Orange
O range, yellow-orange, purplish-red
R ed maple trees lining the road
A rtistic brilliance in every mile
N umbers of people
G awking at beauty
E nergy rising as temperatures fall
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Crunching
C rispy, crackling leaves crunching under foot
R acing through the breeze as summer goes kaput
U nderneath the moon
N ew adventures soon
C rispy, crackling leaves raked into a pile
H aving autumn fun, leaping with a smile
I recall those autumn days of when I was a child
N ow the autumn of life is approaching. I’m
G oing out with style.
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Love the Autumn sounds of this, Connie.
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Love this one, Connie!
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I knew I’d find some good “connie” acrostics here. This one is great…love the closing line.
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Okay. I’ll try again …
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Wood Smoke
Wax the moon, and scrub the sky,
Our days of summer,
Our ways of green.
Drown in amber, ruby leaves,
Still as baby’s sleep, still
My days shall speed.
Oh when winter comes, blossoms
Kiss us bye. Greenest promise,
Ever after, summer falls.
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I love your first and last lines in this excellent second try, Misk.
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*sigh* Wish I could write like this, Misk.
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Lock
Like those dark times of despair,
Or perilous paths and folly, she
Could never let the pain lock her
Kind heart or principles away.
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Oops. Just re-read the instructions, and it should’ve been about autumn. (sigh)
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Glad for the error. Then I got to enjoy this one.
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AUTUMNAL EQUINOX
After the summer comes to an end
Ushering in a new season again
The air becomes brisk and biting
Undulating leaves don their majesty.
Months until the solstice returns
Nature yearns to display her beauty
Autumn dressed flamboyantly
Lusciously warm in tint and hue.
Evenings fall much sooner
Quickly vacating the ever changing sky
Under the sheen of stars as dinner time ends
Inside we huddle under the cloak of night
Never more certain Autumn has arrived.
Over through the window a harvest moon sheds her light
Xanadu is envious of this idyllic paradise
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Really captures the season beautifully!
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