Terry Flood Poet Acrostic

New Beginnings

Novel: an arduous venture on which to embark
Epic, heroic, a thriller or lark
Wresting existence from light or from dark

But whatever the challenge, exist it must
Extracting its life from whom it must trust
Grey are the notions the writer explores
Indulgence: reward for all he endures
Nigh is the world that sprouts from his mind
Nothing prepares for what he may find
Inhaled: the thrill as his computer screen
Nods in directions he hadn't foreseen
Go write that novel, o creative hands 
Suspect and accept, it shall have its own plans




22 January 2021
Contest: New Beginnings - acrostic 
Sponsor: John Hamilton

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Sam Kauffman February 7, 2021 at 10:12 AM Terry, congratulations and kudos on your "new beginnings" of encouragement. Such an uplifting acrostic! All the best. Terry Flood February 7, 2021 at 11:05 AM Thanks very much, Sam. Now I just need to encourage myself to take on the middle third of a novel that seems to gave its own roadmap. Thanks for stopping by. Terry

Constance La France February 5, 2021 at 4:08 PM Terry, congratulations on your win in John's New Beginnings contest with this excellent poem, well done _Constance Terry Flood February 5, 2021 at 5:00 PM Thanks so much, Constance. I can live with excellent ;-). Much appreciated. Terry.

John Hamilton February 5, 2021 at 11:41 AM Thanks for a great entry, congrats Terry on a nice win! Terry Flood February 5, 2021 at 1:30 PM Thank you John. Nice to get a placing with something less comic than my usual output :-)

Alexis Y. January 22, 2021 at 8:42 PM Hi Terry, You've penned a good acrostic on the contest theme. If you are writing a book, Good for you! Best wishes in the contest:-)Alexis Terry Flood January 23, 2021 at 1:01 AM Hi Alexis. I’ve written two novels and I’m 100 pages into a third. Each and every one has gone in its own direction, with no conscious deliberation in my mind, so much so that I end up surprised at what happened next... even though my own fingers typed what happened next. It’s weird... but I always let the novel have its way. Which can be difficult, when half way through a ‘whodunnit’ the novel tells all. Thanks for your comment, Alexis. Terry