Innermost Articulation
An acrostic poem exploring the value of the company of one's own thoughts.
Somewhere in the chaos of reality
I plunge into my thoughts.
Listening to my own stillness, I ponder
Endless words strung like pearls,
Never to adorn my neck.
Clauses of my parlance,
Esoteric until the time comes to be heard.
About the Creator
Marilyn Ketterer
I'm a recent CU Boulder grad with a minor in creative writing. Most of what you’ll find here is from the workshops I took in school, as well as some of my submissions to Vocal challenges. Keep an eye out for future stories of mine!
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Comments (2)
Nice entry!
“Like pearls, never to adorn my neck.” Beautiful line!