My "Randomizer" word was "Unthinkable." Here's what I think of that...
Unseen, unheard, a mute sparrow.
No simple bird
This
Hope--the same which
"Is the thing with feathers..."
Not singing now
Kept silent by circumstance. Cold
And
Blue.
Looking, waiting with hawkish eyes
Ever watching and hoping--yes, she hopes, too--to sing once more.
Unthinkable, unwieldy, the silent spirit of Hope.
~Saoirse
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I like this acrostic poetry. Beautiful.
Welcome to PT.
gautami
Nowhere Land
Thank you, Gautami. I appreciate the welcome.
~Saoirse
My prognostic for your acrostic is song.
Engaging piece.
Thank you, Rob ;-)
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