Sunny days are Sailing
Past, dazzling blue skies will not last, Pity —
All that burns will die: stars, scars, stories, we, you, I… “Ashes, ashes”
Round we go, from first crocus to first snow, Roses,
Keepsakes, misprints, miss…from last breath and to first Kiss.
Live for the Love of it,
Sasha A. Palmer (aka Happy)
written for dVerse
Oh, THIS!
ReplyDelete"All that burns will die: stars, scars, stories, we, you, I"
Love love LOVE this.
Enjoy these sunny days while it lasts. I like the seasonal cycle as well as the acrostic of Spark !
ReplyDeleteThis is happy! Love the idea of an acrostic, Sasha. Oh, and your Ralphie is a little spark of joy, too.
ReplyDeleteClever take on the prompt. Enjoyable read. :)
ReplyDeleteI love that the acrostic element is not contrived at all...very seamless. A wonderful quadrille!
ReplyDeleteGood to see you here, Sasha. A novel form of writing, and beautifully done.
ReplyDeleteOh we need to keep that spark before we're left with ash...
ReplyDeleteLovely work on the acrostic form, Sasha ❤️
ReplyDeleteNice. I've don't other acrostics where you have to use the same letter down the front as well as the last letter of the same sentence.
ReplyDeleteLovey quadrille :) Very autumnal
Clever acrostic and rhymes!
ReplyDeleteI liked the phrase "first crocus to first snow" and how you got the word "spark" into this.
ReplyDeleteStars all seeds
ReplyDeletecrucibles of life
as sentient star dust
plus yet to come..
death and birth
death and birth
Stars
fall
and rise
iN eyes
greater as Love...
Love IS A Miracle
bottom
line
of
Sentient
Star dust sParks noW heRe..:)
Clever, beautiful, AND with a good message – well done.
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