Come back before the coffee's gone cold on the sill,over every excuse I keep pouring instead of drinking it.Mornings are just longer hallways without your key in the door.Even the cat has stopped waiting by six.
Half the bed still holds your shape, stubborn as a bruise.Only I know how long a house can practice being empty.Move slow if you have to. I am not asking you to run.Everything else can wait. Come home.
The poet asked for: First one I've posted here. The left margin spells something — tell me if it's too cute or if it actually earns its keep.
About the acrosticA poem whose first letters, read down the page, spell a hidden word.
In an acrostic, the first letters of the lines spell something when read downward, often a name or a word the poem is about. The poem can rhyme or not, and the lines can be any length. The hidden word is the only rule.
The shape The first letter of each line, read downward, spells a word, name, or phrase.
Listen for Read down the first letters of the lines, then see how the word shapes the poem.
4 poems in this form →@juniper
Newer to this than it looks. Writes small, on purpose.
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