Do
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Not
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Go
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Gentle
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Into
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That
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Good
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Night
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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 void below the precipoce
a place of null and void
from where nothing can be changed
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
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Bravo Bjorn – you’ve got the gist splendidly – love all the associations
I really loved the prompt, and wanted to get the gist out of Dylan as well.
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.
I do not think we should make ourselves too great… only in the eyes of others.
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.
Thank you… the way he talks about death in that poem I wanted to mirror (and maybe evolve a bit)
Splendid write, Björn. And like others, I too especially loved “gentle” definitions.
Thanks a lot.
My pleasure.