Another year has passed
Never to return
Not to be altered or refined
Immovable as a mountain, obstinate and taciturn
Visited only in bitter or fond recollection
Everything is fixed and certain in that frozen country
Remember this, as a fresh moment unfolds
Savor the liberty to write, before you are confined to reading
As you arrange the syllables of a line, the present becomes the past
Recording forever the pattern of your decisions, wise or foolish
You are the author now, but soon enough, you will be a character, alone
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Nota Bene: This acrostic was inspired by Real Poetic's provocative prompt; the details of the challenge she devised can be found below:
The peculiar title of this acrostic emerged as I pondered the etymological origins of the word "anniversary," which are usefully mapped out below:
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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