Ever Reaching Across This Earth
Eclipsing Acrostics
Echoing darkness creeps and crawls the lands like outstretched fingertips
Crossing the page of life in threatening silence
Lapping up words and worlds whole, chewing, gobbling, swallowing
Inching into crooks and corners like stardust
Paralyzing chirps and crickets mid-
Soulful serenade, a pause that hushes
Everything
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Oneg In The Arctic
A storyteller and poet of arctic adventures, good food, identity, mental health, and more.
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The Business of Nature
Dew drops reflected the light of the sun. The inhabitants of Whispering Woods woke up to the golden droplets of water on the leaves of the flora. The oaks particularly enjoyed the light and the maples did, too. Happiness enveloped all who lived there, even the rocks that cried out in the night delighted in the morning.
By Skyler Saunders7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
I didn’t even realize it was an “eclipse” acrostic because your words had me so enthralled!
intense and ethereal
very sultry!
I like this! Well written!