Very soon after my bubble was burst, I found that strength came from the knowledge that my writing preference was recognized and provided a serious boost to my confidence, which remains etched in my soul
Very Soon
Victory, it was never going to be ours
Every day we fought a battle, it
Raged on and on, neither of us would concede
You preferred the red one, me the white
Something had to give
On that rainy day, when you finally left
Over forty years had passed and only me and god will know how sad I felt, as I felt your hand slip from mine
Now, how I wish I'd been happy with my lady in red
YOU ARE READING
ALPHABET, an ABC of my ACROSTIC POETRY
Non-FictionThe alphabet has been used as the basis for a story relating my journey of discovery, in the world of acrostic writing, a form that I've come to love. Each page begins with a clip from Sesame Streets, Letter of the Day, followed a stanza beginning w...
