Acrostic
Never needed a day to celebrate
A writing form such as poetry,
Terrifying in its simplicity,
Impossibly imaginative in its creation
On an auspicious day when fall
Never ends, but is reborn in
All its glorious colors of redish hues
Later, later, leaving you dressed in a crown.
Pottery bowls made of words are filled
Onto their rim, overflowing with
Eternal, laughter, life, love, all
Travel on a journey of discovery
Rendered bearable, only with poetry.
Yet, many have set it aside and forgotten
Devastation driven through ignorance
And approval of the prolific devastation
Your moral compass has fallen to.
In celebration of a day for the enjoyment of words that are flexible enough to describe your unbound imagination.
Author of Perfectly Flawed, poetry for change.
https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518
Poetry for Change 