E is for Esemény, (The Event!)
Read and Nobody Will Go Blind!
This letter may be my last, cryptic as it may be, I beg you to leave it in care of The Vocal's Acrostic Challenge, use the password please! ECLIPSE. Go on before I change my mind! ( gulp, gag, goulash...)
érzelemé (camouflage), so you will not be
cobolyprém ( sable black ), as the skies temporarily darken.
lumineszcens ( luminescence), will return; the was will return so...
irányokat ( directions) must be followed.
pigment ( pigment), brands us,
szitálás (drizzles) us in our darkness spare, when the days light returns,
elbírál (judge) we meet our judgement.
The emotion of the event is overwhelming; The emotion of the event is judged by pigment sifting!
Event, emotion, cobalt fur! Directions are judged by pigment sifting! What can I say, I had a gun pointed to my head while on a train to (can't divulge).
About the Creator
ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)
~ American feminist living in Sweden ~ SHE/HER
Admin. Vocal Social Society
Find me: @andreapolla63.bsky.social
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In one puff, you were gone, like the wind carrying the fuzzy seeds of the dandelion, you continued, the green stem of hope remaining with me. Between tiny fingers which dug in the rain splattered earth, gnawing for treasures left by survivors, nails painted in pretty pink which had chipped away quickly, like the chocolate bunny's ears missing from eager, stealing teeth. From behind the beds of iris, daffodils or were they buttercups? Blue eyes stopped believing, just for a time, that there were Indian head coins, arrowheads or gold; a mist of loss washed over me, my wishes caught up in the wind with a never ever wanted feeling of losing you, my made-up childhood friend.
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Comments (6)
Very unique and intriguing! Well done!
No, I wasn't stoned when I read this. I think. Great job.
This is my kinda out of the box. I loved the bits surrounding the acrostic...as much as I loved the actual acrostic too. Thank you for providing translations lol. Saved me having to dip betwen one window and another. Crazy creative, as John said and awesome entry!
Oooo, this was so clever! Very brilliantly executed!
Wonderful, original, and crazy creative. I loved it!
Thoroughly intrigued by everything, especially that which you cannot divulge!