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Late this evening I completed a draft of the two acrostic poems on this page. I also embellished the textual elements and did more drawing within the two half-moons.

King& Queen

Kumquats @ a B•B•Q

If you mist it — c’est perdu

Now sweet breezes intervene

Getting shut of airs obscene

& reventing shit up spleen

..

Mana Wife

Many woes beset us now

As our land resists the plow. I

Need you, dear. Help me un-oaf

As we ask our soles to Loafe

..

These are drafts. More stages coming soon!

Captured 21 July 2026

Day after day I’ve told my sweetheart Donna, “I have got to draw today.” And yet I didn’t and didn’t.

Today is different. Marvelously so. I have the above Work In Progress well under way, and pleasant surprises abound with it, and I have high hopes for it. The “King& Queen” acrostic’s rhyme scheme has been solved, rhyming BBQ with C’est Perdu (schoolboy French to the rescue again!) and the first line establishes a bizarre matchup.

Much needs to begin, but as Mary Poppins tells us, “Well Begun is Half Done.”

Cheers, my friends!!

I hadn’t done an acrostic poem in a long time, so when I unearthed an old sketchbook with the beginnings of an acrostic page on it, I wondered if I still had the knack. So I spent the last hour filling the space between PASTE and BOARD, Putting images in the cards I’d drawn in 2023, and signing, dating and photo editing the page.

It rhymes, it scans metrically, but it is vague near-gibberish–OR it is the bare bones of an ingenious Murder Mystery that the reader is invited to concoct. Time will tell. 🙂

Paste Board

Panty-waisted son of Job

Add a crime–away we go

Solve a mystery–so far a

Traitor tater stole a Gar

El Segundo, take a Card

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boom x 3

butter is

oleaginous

oleo is

mucilaginous

..

bartholomew in the zoom

outlasted his confreres

or orchestrated doom

made ripostes after parries

..

bindlestiffs are difficult to find

of late the backpack is the better lugg

obtaining one takes mere goodwill of mind

make camp make peace make everloving hugg

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Hayy Youu

Henrietta had a haystack on which she sat haughty

Alexeev Awestruck aimed a notion nice&naughty–o

Yarrowstalks revealed nothing telling minds nor menu

Yet yesterlings said Yes to yield an alphabetic Gen U

summa: highest.

where: location.

summa where

syncopation steals the show

understanding helps us though

making waves from there to here

molding vision not to veer

apex when we persevere

..

Afterword: I continue to struggle to regain my footing, both with drawing and with acrostic poetry composition. The late comic-book writer Denny O’Neil wrote a feature in some comics called “From the Den” and he always ended the column with the fine two-word mantra “Perseverance furthers.” Here’s to that sentiment, and to Mr. O’Neil’s spirit.

bless the children and protect them

and curse who practices pædophilia

deliver the innocent from such a demon

..

banish to prison or to mausoleum

all enablers of the killers of innocence

denounce and punish such vermin

..

build healthy nests for tomorrow

restore trust in media

instill decency

generate utopian

homes and forego

totalitarian sorrow

My phone’s Camera has photoediting tools and among them is a nifty enhancer called Portrait Blur. It sharpens the focus on the focal point you choose and the further away from the focal point you get the more automatic blurring takes place.

This gave me an idea for an acrostic poem. Since the word Portrait has eight letters, and Blur has four, my acrostic could have four couplets, and the end-rhyme words would have their last letters be the B, L, U and R of Blur. The illustration would be a switcheroo, with the background in shap focus and the face, the Portrait part, all blurry.

Then my thoughts jumped to the notion of adding the word Self, creating a triple acrostic with Portrait in the middle and Self and Blur as bookends. I might then create a blurry self-portrait and have in the background a still Life with a few of my ceramic birds (I have made dozens) in sharp focus. This would yield the nice possibility of it becoming a psychological self-portrait, with the quirky birds as my alter egos.

So here we are in the blissful throes of creation, with a firm foundation for a work of art and a long way to go to reach fruition. One of the phrases I will tag this post with is “creative process.”

If you look at the attached photo you’ll see a placeholder drawing of cotton swabs, which I use to blend pencil marks for shading and will be handy for blurring as well, and a layout of the Self Portrait Blur acrostic with subject-to-change end rhyme words drab, lab, quail, derail,lieu, caribou, sector, and nectar. If I am a sufficiently nimble wordsmith the resulting poem will have a consistent meter and a theme related to “Self-Portrait Blur,” and when read out loud will not seam like an acrostic at all. My confidence that I will be able to do this is sky-high, because in the last eighteen years I have done it hundreds of times.