Crowded (an acrostic poem)

 

Covid19 kept everyone away for so long

Randy got used to being on his own

Only now those restrictions were ending

Which meant everyone was doing their most to get out

Disturbing him with their proximity

Eventually, he had to reisolate himself

Determined to keep the spirit of Covid19 alive

 

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Life (an acrostic poem)

Little things annoyed Francine to no end

It even included the big things, really, just those happened less often

Francine wondered why she had to deal with it daily

Eventually, she accepted it was to remind her she was alive

 

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The Ring (a 100 word story)

The ring bound him to her.  He wondered what insanity had caused him to willingly volunteer to wear the cursed thing in the first place.  Still, in that moment of weakness, he had accepted her boon and doomed his soul.

He looked at the perfect circle of gold and thought about chopping the whole finger off.  He’d be better off maimed for the rest of his life.  He couldn’t do it though.  She had taken so much of his strength that he didn’t have the fortitude anymore.

Instead he closed his eyes and dreamt of her when she was alive.

 

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Blessed (an acrostic poem)

Being all alone was hard on Mary

Losing Rachel at such a young age left a scar

Even after four years, Mary would return weekly to the grave site

Sharing her thoughts and dreams, troubles and victories

So much of her life was under that dirt

Everything just seemed so much harder

Daily though she thanked God for the chance to keep Rachel alive in her heart

 

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Cyborg (an acrostic poem)

Couldn’t feel his fingers anymore

Yet it didn’t matter since the ones he flexed weren’t really his

Being part robot did have its uses

Or you could say he was being used because he was the first part robot

Really it didn’t matter.  He was alive and able to hold his son

Giving his human side great joy

 

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