Home to rest
An acrostic poem on silence
Surrender, o' beloved. We drift calmly in these waters.
Inch closer, my heart; not a ripple nor breeze will find you.
Latch yourself upon my breast, gentle drumming precedes your departure.
Encumbered by your vessel, your breath a sifting hourglass.
Need not hear a dying star to know it's singing. Calling,
Calling to the void to bid it mercy; repose from living chatter.
Eternally we are soundless when welcomed home to rest.
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H.H. Callaghan
I'm a writer of prose and verse and love all aspects of literature and storytelling. I am working on some big projects, so I hope you all like my work to come! I will be posting smaller pieces in-between, so please indulge in these too.
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Comments (7)
Learning about acrostic poetry. No need to hear a dying star to know its singing. Absolutely beautiful. Well deserved placement!!
There is a fantastic, timeless quality to this; I feel that I could read it in a work of ancient history or in a distant future sci-fi, and it would not be out of place in either; it's just that good! Depth resounds in every line - marvelous work, sir, and congratulations!! :)
Beautiful! Congrats!!
Wooohooooo congratulations on your win! ππππππ
Terrific!!! Congratulations on the runner up win!!!β€οΈβ€οΈπ
What a beautiful acrostic poem - quite reminiscent of the poets of olde. Congratulations on placing as a runner up in the challenge.
Beautiful poem, gives me a wonderful restfulness and peace of mind