Twas the subject of never and always
In ordinary vocabulary
Meandering in meadows of each vibe
Entranced, where the fountain of hope first met
Looking beyond stone tossed ripples
Yes, life sculpted watercolors faded
Etching, eroding into restoring
Xylophone notes that somehow remember
Instantly, so mystically fiction
Typing finds the nighttime vibrant
Interrogatives filling the spaces
Nib, ‘be ye long’ to write down escapade
Sibling of once corsage of repeating
Inside each loop, yet not if it early
Developing rhetorical patterns
Endings touching inner longings
ABC perhaps never looking back
Sighing melodies color emptiness
Kneading dough in mixture of forgotten
I becoming the narrative once sailed
Next coming with compliments of the Chef
Guessing whatever way it went













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The acrostic concerns my disgust with trying to get on Gather.
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Nice work, Bill.
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I becoming the narrative once sailed
Next coming with compliments of the Chef
Guessing whatever way it went
My favorite passage. It left me with unanswered questions and, "guessing whatever way it went."
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Looking beyond stone tossed ripples...Guessing whatever way it went"
A metaphysical smorgasborg leaving the reader guessing...Great write William
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Glad you like this. Sweet dreams. Goodnight.