Silence
An Acrostic Poem
Sliding across the bench toward you
I reach out my hand for yours
Late night sounds hush around us
Empty coffee cups stacked
Nothing stirs
Could
Endings fade to black?
About the Creator
Natalie Wilkinson
Writing. Woven and Printed Textile Design. Architectural Drafting. Learning Japanese. Gardening. Not necessarily in that order.
IG: @maisonette _textiles
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Outstanding
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
Top insight
Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions
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Comments (10)
This was so cinematic and lingered with sadness! Excellent acrostic!
A delicate moment of connection and quiet reflection, questioning if even the softest endings dissolve into the silence of night.
Beautiful
Congratulations on your Top Story!
Ouch. This left me with an ache in my belly and lump in my throat. Well done, Natalie. So very few words used to create something so emotive. Congrats on the Top Story!
This feels so sad.
Great job. 🎉🤩 Congrats on TS.
You've captured not only echoing silence in your acrostic poem but also bitter loneliness. Well done. Congratulations on Top Story.
Beautifully done. Congrats on the TS.
Simply Fabulous! 😍