Teodora is a bilingual writer. She is the author of two books, a poetry volume, and a collection of short stories.
I absolutely love playing with words! Sometimes the letters dance so beautifully in my mind, that I have no choice but to turn them into poems. A few years ago I came across Brian P. Cleary’s awesome book Bow-Tie Pasta: Acrostic Poems (Poetry Adventures). I was hooked right from the start. Despite not being a kid anymore, I found myself immersed in the cleverness and originality of the poems, which later inspired me to write my own acrostics.
For those who do not know, an acrostic is s a poem or other composition in which the first letter of each line spells out a word, a message or even the alphabet.
L onging, the baby hears someone calling
I n the soggy room there’s no one but him
F rightened, he sees a hand crawling –
E jected, he greets the world with a scream.
L itlle did the egg know
O f the white-feathered chicken
V enturing towards an
E xcellent choice of life.
K nowing that your lips crack at dawn
I ‘ll be waiting for a chance to
S wallow the sun
S o as to seal your smile.
F ire blazing in a corner of my mind
U ngraciously turning thoughts into ashes
R uthless words slowly gathering in my fist
Y earning to slice open someone’s point of view.
K nowing that my expectations were heavy
I went on a diet and lost some vanity.
‘T ell me, how much does true happiness weigh?
E asy now! You wouldn’t want to defy gravity.
M ysterious, she kisses the night
O nly after the sun has fallen asleep.
O h, how wickedly she winks at me wearing
N othing but a veil of clouds.
W hispering wind caressing the corridors of my ear
H ollow hearts drawn on the sidewalk in pink chalk
A crumpled love letter hiding under an old shoe
T iny specks of dust gathering between my memories.
I fall asleep with my eyes open and a smile fluttering on my lips
F ar away a man’s shadow is cleaving the curtains of my reality
T ired, I’ve decided to take
R oot in the memory of your laugh
E nchanted by the echoes of
E verything that we were.
E very shadow you cast is
Y ours to keep but not
E verything that you see is a
S hadow possessed.
W uthering winds gusting through my thoughts
I neffable twirl of ideas down my spine
C ascading like a stream of hungry wolves
K nives slashing my crumbling certainties
E lusive yet ever so present
D evilishly divine invitation.
© 2021 Teodora Gheorghe