The acrostic poem below could be regarded as a companion piece to my previous post, Twitter Feed. They were written in response to consecutive Daily Prompts – this time it was Delivery – and appeal to my instinct for creating something new from whatever happens to be around.
Without this I might lose my way in all the clutter. Oh well, when the script runs out it’s time to improvise. And while we’re searching dark clouds for silver linings, maybe there’s a longer post in all of that. In the meantime … and we live in pretty mean times … here is this:
D oom and gloom are E verywhere and L ove is on the run. I ll the wind that causes dreams to V anish one by one. E ach of us could grieve apart and R ue the day they're born. But Y ou and I know better. Together we are one.