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A slip of moon
beckons
coaxes me through night's
darkest hour to
explore forest's
familiar path, branches
gesturing protectively. So I
hesitantly
inch forward,
just a little at a time,
know with each heartbeat
lake's reflection of the stars
mirrors the big world,
not my tiny slice of it.
Oh, to escape, to soar
past my insecurities,
quiet my doubts,
rely on the promise of
self-confidence I know is a
treasure buried inside. I must
unfurl it slowly, nurture it,
venture forth and grasp
with both hands, life! Unlike the
xeranthemums pressed within my diary's
yellowing pages, my spirit longs to bloom,
zoom to the moon and back.
by Margaret Bednar, October 3, 2020
This is an Abecdarian Poem - use the 26 letters in the alphabet chronologically - each letter starting a new line.
5 comments:
A wonderfully-executed abecedarian which transcends the form. I wouldn't have noticed it was one of them if you hadn't told me, being caught up in what you were saying and the emotion with which you said it.
abcedarium .... now there's something I've learned this evening. You managed it so skillfully too!
Oh didn't realize there was a form involved till I reached the end- beautifully done...
wow! didn't know it was a poetry form and you executed it so brilliantly.
now i am tempted to give it a try. :)
You rocked this form! I liked the construction of it quite a bit already before I got to the end note. The pacing felt spot on. Then I saw what you did, and was super impressed.
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