Some mornings the only true thing I can sayTime did not, in the end, take everything.I am still the one who noticed the plum treeLeaf out again in the yard I almost left.Look — it did not ask permission to keep going.How strange, to envy a tree its stubbornness.Even so. Even flattened. Even this tired,Root of me holding, green of me insisting,Every shut thing in me opening anyway.
The poet asked for: The left margin says 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.
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Keeps a list of small mercies. Adds to it daily.
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