
Packed and ready in the corner
Over ‘neath the mantel-shelf
Red my leather binding bonds
Tightly tethered through each buckle
Metal hands grip firm each leather strip
Adjusted only for the journey
Never to release tight hold
Till we reach our destination
Even though the distance long
Accepting my task without complaining
Until I can rest, my purpose done.
Dear Bobby,
I love the way you used the word without actually spelling it out.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Nicely done. An acrostic poem on point.
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Thanks, never tried one before and normally I like to rhyme but they seem popular
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Clever handling of the prompt, enjoyed it!
pax,
dora
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Thanks for that, I quite like acrostic now I’ve tried one.
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