The Precipice

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Do
.
.

Not
.
.

Go
.
.

Gentle
.
.

Into
.
.

That
.
.

Good
.
.

Night
.
.

Acts of being human
make your destiny, find a purpose,
chores, resluts, obituary to be.

Deny your urge to rest
what comes before you sleep
to unfullfill your dreams

Walk from cairn to cairn
your doom is somewhere in the clouds
a precipice of forever not

The wings of blackbirds
songs of flowers in the spring
the wreath upon your grave

Within the walls of mist
A place to rest, pillowed grass
a comforter of moss

This eternal matter, from list of many
to forget; a single matter left
its importance only seen too late

A guiding light of being you
which only others are alllowed
to tell about you to the stars.

The site below the precipoce
a place of null and void
from where nothing can be changed

The Precipice
Francis Danby

Today we are prompted by Laura at dVerse which is “word acrostic” and tries to use a definition which is not exactly what you would find in a dictionary. We are given a couple of lines by Dylan Thomas, but we can also choose a line from our own poetry if we want.

May 20, 2026

27 responses to “The Precipice”

  2. Especially love your definitions for “gentle” and “into,”
    Björn. While marching to our doom, these offer a suprising solace of sorts. I agree that “good” should also be defined this way rather than erecting golden statues (ahem!) to ourselves.

  3. Expertly written, Björn! I love the definition of ‘gentle’ as ‘the wings of blackbirds’ and ‘night’ as ‘a place of null and void’ – worthy of Dylan Thomas.

  7. There are so many lines that I adore. This part is beautifully dark.

    Within the walls of mist A place to rest, pillowed grass a comforter of moss

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