Prismatic

Prismatic

A Poem by Scott Christian
"

My lighthearted attempt at an acrostic. I was drinking when I wrote this.

"

I rode the slipstream endless
 on a wave of prismatic colour


Remembering the fire and passion
     that drives me to my goals--and my end
Occasionally stopping for fuel, earth-grown, man tended
Yielding to my pen and books
     to inspire myself and others when I'm weary


Giving myself the time to grow, and progress
      may save me only temporarily from myself


Basking briefly by the bays
      bringing balms of baneal bliss
In which my introspection takes me
      down a dichotomous path
Veiling myself in the robes and crowns
      of whispered enigmas that outline
      who I am


Whenever I ride that slipstream endless
 I discover myself all over again


   And I never stop changing

© 2010 Scott Christian


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

499 Views
Added on August 18, 2010
Last Updated on August 18, 2010
Tags: poetry, writing, closed-form, acrostic, life, growing, personality

Author

Scott Christian
Scott Christian

PA



About
Published author currently writing stories for a horror themed podcast. more..

Writing