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On the Ground Looking Up

Acrostic Poem

On reflecting childhood memories, mom shooing us out to play
notwithstanding the sun’s kiss of death on my shoulders, popped, oozing, and the threat remains.

The childhood traditional, to be seen and not heard
hard-pressed vacancy being filled, adventure, mischievous undertones
extreme sports, base jumping, totaling broken bones.

Ground long-serving friend, healing wounds inflicted self and collective
rejuvenating songs, Mothers warm embrace
opera not, ravishing galactic symphony
under the Milky Way tonight, Church singing familiar tune
nine in nails the following suit, rebellious or experimental God only knows
days end, contemplative melody replaying Andy Griffith.

Looking, descending, lower realms calling name
oculus entryway, swimming deeper within murky waters
opening familiar gardens, meadows, pastures filling guides
keepers of Akashic record, power animals standing by
innermost reflection, outwardly gaze upon the stars
northern lights if one is lucky, lifetimes pass never spoken
giving thanks path less taken, present be, future’s pathway.

Up is where the journey begins, self-reflecting therein
pause for a moment, there you are, On the Ground Looking Up.

Thank you for taking the time to read. Hope you enjoyed it. This was my first attempt at an acrostic poem, prompted by a fellow writer on Medium.

Joseph Lieungh