See and hear the author read this poem at:
Always it seems one loses in the end,
Credence that one has built throughout one’s life.
Requirements make us break unless we bend,
Or spend our rationed time immersed in strife.
Sometimes our lessons learned are learned too late.
Time has a way to teach humility,
In ways that carry one straight toward their fate,
Convinced attempts are just futility.
Forever, though we strive to carry through,
Our human foibles and our frailties lead
Relentlessly to faults which wound and do
Make evident each time our heart will bleed,
Affording us the display of our shame,
Together with the shadows on our name.
This poem is written as a sonnet, in Iambic Pentameter.
The "ache" we find in this Acrostic Format, is the "ache"
the poem attempts to display in the sentiments, as shown
in the “Acrostic Format,” which forms the root of each line
as the acrostic used in this poem. This poem is written as
an entry in Khalish's Rhyme and Rhythm contest for acrostic
poetry. The acrostic is "Acrostic Format." The rhyme scheme
is abab cdcd with a final rhyming couplet.
This poem was the contest winner
From: The Beckoning Hand
Copyright © 2006 James Walter Orr