The Transient
An Acrostic Poem
Everyone stares as the moon passes by
Can darkness intimidate light
Light is in hiding, absorbed into “dusk”
Intense, this celestial fight
Pacifist sky, regardless who won
Silhouettes are departing at “dawn”
Earth, once again, welcomes the Sun
About the Creator
Earl W. Pearl
I’ve been writing poetry (rhyming mostly) for about 7 years and have recently transitioned to writing novels and short stories. My poetry genres are faith, humor, social issues, politics, pretty much any subject matter.
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Final Call
She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
By Caroline Craven3 days ago in Fiction
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