Forever, like a moment, turns to dust.
Our puny minds ask, “How can one conceive
Rationally that other concepts must
Emerge through layers serving to deceive:
Vast tribute to what we accept on trust?”
Even our scholars might in fact believe,
Reminding us to look beneath the crust,
In ways designed to comfort and relieve,
Still yet, prolonging lack of truth’s reprieve.
A moment must exist within its space,
Like space must still exist within its time.
Our understanding of the things we face,
Now born and bred in superstition’s clime,
Gains little wisdom for the human race;
Trampling natural reason, nature’s rhyme,
In manners only idiots embrace:
Most aromatic flavors of the thyme,
Evaporate, while cumulates the grime.
From: The Beckoning Hand
Copyright 2006 © James Walter Orr
In this case, the acrostic is also the title, "Forever Is A Long Time". This means that the first letter of each line spells out the acrostic. This poem is written in iambic pentameter, with a rhyming scheme of abababa bb. I would like to call to the reader's attention that although the first line of each stanza falls into the stated rhyming scheme, each also sets out a statement that is followed by a discourse based upon that statement. This results in the first line of each nine line stanza making a statement, and the next eight lines of each stanza being commentary on that first line.