Deep in my sleep
my mind continues
to write acrostic
I don’t know if
I have to panic
or just be grateful about it.
Subconsciously my mind
will organize
the thoughts and ideas
I have in mind
and when the morning breaks
my pen and paper lie in wait.
Oh, acrostic
you make my heart tick
that even in my sleep
my mind is writing
An acrostic.
WARNING: This is no acrostic style. The real one is yet to come.:)
P.S. I want to dedicate this poem to Amias. Because of her, I became an acrostic addict..."Amias, I love you for recognizing almost every acrostic work of mine"... And to Leo, "thanks for introducing me to one of the great writers I have ever met over here at bloggerviller, my Big Sis Amias"!!!
