umbilicus
unplug and your lifeline no longer feeds
make do in bewilderment fog and weeds
befuddled by offline you crave a clue
instead mere reality stirs the stew
lurch hither and yon for a missing link
it’s nonhypertextual so you think
card catalogs microfiche books and such
unraveled before and may–not so much
so sorry to tell you you’re out of touch
Here’s an example of pen & ink, with the acrostic embellished with color permanent-ink Faber-Castell pens. Done back in Aught-Eight, when I was writing single-acrostic sonnets like crazy. The umbilicus, nasturtium, opossum and encyclical illustrate the first four lines.
Understandable
Umbilicuses pave the stem cell highway
Nasturtiums have ornamental blossums
Deliciousness sometimes requires opossums
Encyclicals so seldom see things my way.
Rich as a soil may be, if dry, it’s barren.
Soft kisses thrill–OR make the Ticklish jump.
The misbehaving hair may snarl & clump
Albeit seeming fair as Rose of Sharon.
Near Death, Experience is tartly flavored
Deliverance to Death’s Door bad-outrageous
Afflicted oldsters call for Priest or Magus:
Beneficence to help a soul be Favored–
Lo and Be Told: I’ll be a deathbed Coward–
Expect some yelping with this–UNempowered.
A belated (or be-earlied, if you celebrate the Chinese New Year) to you all.
Here are the words to the pseudo-haiku:
cleanslateku
january first
(reboot opportunity)
two thousand fourteen
Here are the words to the threefold acrostic:
THE EARTH & THE SPOON
The local SPACE & TIME become a sheathe
Enamel writhes & metal base enwreathes
A surface vessels & en-Abels slurp
Recall of stirs & Dempsey vs. Firpo
The mother & umbilicus part so
Here thrive a sun & son & song: très bon
Note two important corrections made on the last line. Shame on me for disagreement of subject and verb, and more shame for not having used accent grave originally…
And yes, dear readers & viewers: I am still stuck on spoon. [wry smile]
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