Pain (an acrostic poem)

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Punishing waves of agony crash along your nerves

And as they recede they leave riptides of aches behind

It makes it difficult to breathe, to think

Now you wonder if you can tough it out, or if this time it will break you

Perfume (an acrostic poem)

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Putting globules of memories into the air

Enabling the scent of the past to permeate the world

Rose and citrus mixed with grandma and the lake

Funny how smell is the sense that triggers all this

Urging us to remember

Molding the moment into something nostalgic

Except when it causes us to sneeze

Zoo (an acrostic poem)

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Zebras frolicking among the polar bears

Outside the eagle screeches in longing to fly high

Observe nature in their not natural environment

Sand (an acrostic poem)

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Silicon dioxide particles stuck to places on his body

All chaffing parts that should never be chaffed

Needing that shower to rinse them away and get relief

Deferring the problem to a clogged drain

Youth (an acrostic poem)

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You remember those days when your body didn’t ache

Or you could eat two pizzas and not gain a pound

Until that dreaded middle age kicked in

That flipped your whole world, but you didn’t notice till it was too late

Here we are now, but there is a silver lining.  Okay, maybe not.

Cook (an acrostic poem)

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Can you make me something to eat?

Only I need it to be dairy free, soy free, and gluten free

Oh, and I can’t have coconut or almond

Know what, I will stick to a glass of water.

Tidy (an acrostic poem)

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The mess isn’t going to pick itself up, but

I really don’t care about it tonight

Deeming it a task for tomorrow

Yet I feel like tomorrow will be a callback to tonight

Mist (an acrostic poem)

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Morning sunrise had its glory diminished by the fog wrapping the ground

It gave the world a sense of magical wonder

So rewarding those awake to witness the scene

That still isn’t enough to make me wake up that early voluntarily

Age (an acrostic poem)

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A number might not define you

Going toe to toe with Father Time though…

Everyone eventually grows into it

Blur (an acrostic poem)

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Blinking, trying to bring it into focus, but fails

Leaving the image muddy and obscured

Unable to clarify what was happening, she put on her glasses

Realizing that being old was the only thing she could see clearly in the morning