Today’s #AparTogether poetry challenge prompt was to write an acrostic poem. This one fell into my consciousness as I sat on the porch this morning. It seems to be reflective of my mood in these days of social distancing and isolation.
Let the birdsong heal your heart
in the moments of your grief, as
silence echoes loss, let
the river whisper peace, and
enter your broken sorrow–
narcotics for your soul.
©stephanie pepper, 2020
stephanie pepper 
I found this in me email today—don’t know how I missed it. I saw it on FB. I really like this. And the cool thing, the acrostic isn’t even flamboyantly yelling but it is heard.
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Thanks! It just kinda plopped out. The idea with those prompts was to write quickly, so I am happy with how this one just seemed to arrive the way it did.