POETRY POTLUCK
suggested we 'paint whispers'. I chose an artwork that suggested 'whispering' to me and added an Acrostic.
WHISPERS
(A Nightmare')
Whispering .......and that whispering seems
Hushed, yet echoing in my dreams.
Intimate, it's very near
Softly speaking in my ear.
Patiently, throughout the night,
Ever murmuring 'Wrong is right'.
Repeating ever and again
'Submit, and you will feel no pain.'
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THE FRINGE
Standing sentinel by the Lake are the lovely Norfolk Pines
With their enchanting symmetry and satisfying lines.
They enhance a watery aspect, so they're planted by the shore
Of lakes and rivers and the beach, within the ocean's roar.
They're natives of Norfolk Island, a mere dot in the sea,
Where the sailors from the 'Bounty' came after the Mutiny.
It's a holiday destination for Australians, like me
Being only just eight miles across, but full of history.
I recall my island holiday each time I see the lines
And the noble dark green foliage of our many Norfolk pines.
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