Today’s topic is Friend. And the poetry form to try, if I like, is an acrostic.
After dozens of false starts, I finally settled on this taunting acrostic…
…although it seems to have little to do with “friend.” I should have made that more clear. Oh, well. Back to the drawing board.
Just heard thunder and then rain.
One extraordinary brain
Sits at his desk, focused in;
Evening sets on this sin.
Perhaps in my dreams I’ll remember
His birthday’s the eighth of September.