W ithout some threat of absence on us
A ll, that presence of an hour would
N ever rise so high to fall on
D amocles, "Oh Damocles!" - your sharpened quill
A hover from this poet's call.
I mmortal words she carves in ink, to
S tain a page of life for all to drink
E nlightenment: to risk a walk on wisdom's ledge; to
V enerate each moment found in dancing to that gentle
E dge; to reach beyond the artful sky with
R iches spun within her care. To hound each
Y ear of silence in that higher air! For
N ight retreats, as dawn meets day -
I t always shall, for that is Wanda's way. She
G reets so many travellers, so many weary
H eartfelt moments wrapped so rare.
T ucks them in with promises of light.
S ends them off to dream away the feeble dust of night.
H er primacy of kindness, our wealth to covet dear, 'til coffers
O verflowing with her glow, do lightly sear us
P ale beneath that brightest sun.
E ndeared she is to us - our warmest AP mum.
Honorable mention
Adding your comment:
I gotta disagree with ya, Sweetie; this is way better than ANY acrostic I've ever written. What a glorious penning this is, my Friend. What a lovely soul you are for writing it. I wrote a piece mentioning Damocles' sword a few months back, before we really started reading each other's work. There ARE Kindred Spirits among us, it seems. When I was led to AP's hallowed halls, I wished there had been a place like this when I was 14 & just starting to write. In the 3 years I've been here, I think my work has improved dramatically, just from the exposure to so much incredible talent. You're on that list, ya know. Thank you so much for your kindness & thoughtfulness in penning this wonderful piece. Good luck in the contest. Be well, Poet. 
Actually, I DO have a reign, of sorts. My "literary daughterly unit thingy", Poet ILTL4eva7 (who brought me to AP), calls me "Queen Goof"; I'm still waitin' on the tiara, though. 
