Self Portrait Peom: Acrostic Thread

[Trides]

Well, a prime example is the Jabberwocky. The opening lines are:

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

So, as you can see, a lot of these words were made-up, but still convey some sort of description.

[Nacian]

I see..do you like Jabberwocky?
I am not sure I like it.

[Trides]

I don't like it, but I respect and admire it.

[Nacian]

I don't like it, but I respect and admire it.

I am not sure I get the descriptions but there you go that's me

[astroannie]

annie is a name that's
sometime used by players
to describe girls or women
really and totally hooked
on baseball
astros are the
national league team
native to Houston playing
in Minute Maid park, formerly
enron field

[SouthCityTan]

hey annie - fellow writer in houston here!

[Trides]

Good idea astroannie.

Tripping over myself to
Reach a goal
Idealized and nonexistent,
Daring
Everything, but not nearly
Strong enough

[Trides]

Tearing the words
Ripping the paper forgetting the
Ink
Destroying the records
Erasing the past
Starting anew

[Zootalaws]

zeroing in on the fun, that's my nub!
over analytical, who says?
over enthusiastic, hell yeah!
trying so hard to fit someones criteria
always finding bits sticking out - my posterior?
like badly-made kitchen cabinet doors
always opening at innapropriate moments
when I should stay
shut!

[Zootalaws]

Seeing my father elbowing his way out of me, day by day.
Enough! I am not him, I am less and more and some mother too
Looking for my own contribution to this genetic soup
Finding it in my children, a smile, a phrase, a way of thinking.

Perhaps I will see of me in my grand-daughter what I see in my son.
Of my father?
Ridding myself of my upbringing was the work of decades, incomplete.
To find that as I grew into myself I wanted to bring that cast-off, back.
Returning to my home after so many years away, it wasn't the place.
Always the people. The family that formed you, the friends that consummated you.
If only, you cry. But nothing gained by that. No punk, no dyed-hair, no rock and roller.
Take stock of now and what you have become. Dad. Rejoice!