Terry Flood Poet Acrostic

The Wall On Which We Sat

Thirty-seven years ago
Her vibrancy did glow
Even seers could never know
What seeds of love would grow
An invitation then to dance
Lured me from my seat 
Lifting me from nervous trance
On two left handed feet
No chit nor chat could there be had 
With this delightful vision
Her blue eyes and her ‘way out’ hair
Instilled in me decision
Come outside, so we can each
Hear what the other says
We talked sat on a low brick wall
Enrapt in tender ways
She laughed at things I talked about
And laid on me a kiss
The very kiss that brought to me this everlasting bliss


15 September 2022
Contest: An Anniversary in an ‘A’ form
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick

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Kim Rodrigues October 17, 2022 at 6:51 AM A beauty, Terry! Congratulations! Terry Flood October 17, 2022 at 12:07 PM Thanks, Kim. Glad you enjoyed my brief foray into romance land. Terry

Constance La France October 16, 2022 at 2:27 PM Terry, such a beautiful poem and congratulations on your win in Sara's contest, blessings Constance Terry Flood October 17, 2022 at 12:06 PM Thanks, Constance. I don’t really do lovey dovey stuff, but occasionally I surprise myself. Glad you enjoyed. Terry

Sara Kendrick October 16, 2022 at 6:36 AM Congratulations on being on the winners' list in my contest. I was excited to see who I had chosen to be on the winners' page myself. Way to go. Sara Terry Flood October 16, 2022 at 11:05 AM Thanks for including me among your winners, Sara. Not my usual style of offering but I mustn’t go getting all predictable. That would never do.

Gary Radice September 22, 2022 at 2:09 AM ..I still haven't got over your Fisherman's Friend poem Terry :) Cheers - Gary Terry Flood September 22, 2022 at 2:14 AM I mustn’t get too predictable, Gary. Think of this one as a bit of a curve ball. Terry

Deb M September 16, 2022 at 2:22 AM Not just a funny guy then Terry ….who would have thought a little love bunny was hidden away inside of you!! Hehe…. Nice poem….Debx Terry Flood September 16, 2022 at 7:02 AM Sigh, that soppy little fella claws his way out occasionally but I’ve got the measure of him now. I just grab him by the tail, tuck him away and slam the lid on him. Can’t be getting myself a reputation for squidginess… that would never do. Glad you liked his evil jottings though, perhaps I’ll let him out again at valentines. ;-)

Vickey Rhymer September 15, 2022 at 9:25 PM I enjoy reading about the real deal.Some days we laugh,some days we are pensive,some days we revel in love.Congratulations on finding and holding on to your hearts desire . Terry Flood September 16, 2022 at 7:06 AM Thanks, Vickey. I guess when you click, you click. I guess it also helps that I’m the spitting image of Brad Pitt and that Annie is shortsighted… only one of which is true! ;-) Terry

Terry Flood September 15, 2022 at 4:45 PM On 31 August 1985, Annie and I met at a wedding reception. IT WAS LOUD!!! We went outside to chat, and there was a ‘seat height’ wall. We sat and we chatted all night long. All the rest is history, and I often wonder if that wall is still there. By the way… her hair was damned near maroon! Jenna Logan September 15, 2022 at 5:20 PM I happen to think slush puppies are adorable.

Jenna Logan September 15, 2022 at 4:44 PM Nice story line and cadence in your Acrostic, Terry. Terry Flood September 15, 2022 at 4:49 PM Thank you, Jenna. I’ve added an explanatory comment (above) which I left out of the posted poem for identification reasons. It’s all true which makes me a proper slush puppy. Yikes… I need comedy! Terry