AuburnScribbler

Absence (An Acrostic)

 

Alerted by my natural humility, the

Blowing of a cold gale comes, thus, a

Storm that needs tending to, my

Eager concentration to rectify; is 

Nervously deployed, in the hope that my

Choice is justified, then when I return; the

Enjoyment that I have tasted, will be even sweeter.

Comments4

  • orchidee

    A fine write AS.
    If ya hadn't have gone for so long, I never would have known! Well, I would know, cos I've missed your poems. lol.

    • AuburnScribbler

      Thanks for the read orchidee, and bless you for such a lovely comment, I'll endeavour to keep up with posting. I hope that all is well.

    • Doggerel Dave

      I can't quite suss this one out, AS.....so just get back here and post some more.... 😊

      • AuburnScribbler

        Thanks for the read Doggerel Dave, and see if my next post makes a bit more sense 🙂 I hope that all is well.

      • Goldfinch60

        I am sure that taste will be even sweeter Ben.

        Andy

        • AuburnScribbler

          Thanks for the read Andy, and I really do hope that it will be much sweeter, for all of us. I hope that all is well.

        • L. B. Mek

          absence, does help distil
          the genuine worth, in our
          feeling's and relationships
          as long
          as it's a conscious, choice
          with purpose
          not merely, an escape
          from the harsh gravel
          in our lives, path...
          (I for one, will welcome back
          your poetry
          at every: Opportunity, dear Poet)
          thanks for sharing
          and yes, I think your chosen image
          is a great visual, interpretation
          of your poem, wonderful symmetry

          • AuburnScribbler

            Thanks for the read L. B. Mek, and I fully agree with your summary on the need to rejuvenate oneself, especially after the last few years everyone has had to endure. Thank you for such a lovely comment and I hope that all is well.



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