Parading around on my unicorn TO show my indigenous talent In Eloquent efforts to sell the idea Of The itinerant pastimes within. WheRe the birth of such ludicrousy BetraYs the norm of common sense. It is thus that I am a poet IN the midst of a fantasy world. My consciousness is however SOmething that I must cherish WiTh all its glorious colour AndIn all its musical splendour, so With pOetic licence, I therefore Aver maNy of my traits to be profound.
I must concur. Your traits are as profound as they can be! It's fascinating to me how you wove this poem into something attractive and enjoyable to read. I've read many acrostics, but none with your sense of style that arranges the title as you have.
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
Ron
Regis
Connie