D own in the dank, dusty depths of my subconscious mind.
R ecycled remnants of truth and fiction intertwined.
E merge every night only to slowly slink away.
A s I am left to interpret what they have to say.
M urky memories at best, snippets that tantalise.
S tories that thrill, their meaning I try to analyse.


9/8/2026
Suggestions / Possible Tweaks
Ahhh, you've done it again: shown the professionalism way to pen an acrostic poem. You are two-for-two now of composing ones I've liked and found enriching. As I mentioned before, in lesser writers' hands, this form always seems so contrived or stilted to me. But yours flow - rhyming even, with PERFECT snippets of alliteration [another poetic vehicle I more 'tolerate' than 'appreciate.' But you do it perfectly.], a great message and a less-is-more length. And then, as if all that wasn't enough, the pics of dream catchers is the perfect cherry on top. Very enjoyable read this morning. Xoxo. Oops. Bernie, I'm so sorry; I just realized I put this in the wrong section. I have no suggestions or possible tweaks. It was perfection.