Just as I expected, it was I,
overreactions and suspicions drew
up and over all of this,
regarding the realised conclusion,
now, there is nothing new about
energy for it’s own sake, my
young imagination is my own headache.
In the undergrowth, stirring, sometimes
monsters reveal themselves, to be I,
preferring not to bother to think
over the past again, or about you;
somedays I feel better,
somedays I feel the urge to get
it done and dusted, to make it ready
before those I once trusted start to
listen more carefully, finding it to be,
eventually and irrevocably disappointed.
Written for the prompt: write an Acrostic and Golden Shovel combined, found at Chimeric Poetry Scavenger Hunt. The golden shovel lines are taken from the Circus Lupus song ‘Right Turn Clyde’ from the album Solid Brass.

Wonderful use of the Golden Shovel and the acrostic is a delight! I t flows so organically that if you hadn’t bolded the words and letters I might not have recognized the acrostic or the golden shovel!! And that is the mark of a really masterful use of the form!! Bravo!
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Thank you! I think this one came out well too. 🙏
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I really like the combining of forms – you always get something special!
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I recognized the acrostic poem and the bold letters. Two ways of reading the poem and both are excellent and brilliant. 🙂
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Thank you 🙏
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You welcome my friend. 🙂
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