Achieve (an acrostic poem)

Image: premiumjoy.com/wp-content/uploads/kids-puzzle-pieces-closeup-view.jpg

Accept with grace that sometimes you will fail

Cherish those moments, no matter how hard they are

Here is where you learn the most

It is akin to putting a puzzle together

Everything was once one picture before being forced to shatter

Vividly the picture can be reconstructed, but the outlines of what happen will always be there

Embrace that change and then reach for the next level

Serendipity (an acrostic poem)

Image: i.pinimg.com/originals/cf/6a/a7/cf6aa7ffc8c08f596d7fc5cfae52a06f.jpg

Sometimes it’s those flukes of luck that change the world

Everyone thinks it is greatness, but so much is being in the right place at the right time

Realizing that you are in that moment for a reason

Engaging in what needs to be done to create your new normal

Now sometimes it is pure happenstance

Dumb luck if you will

It can be such a blessing

Perhaps it was more than that, though

It was a break waiting for you to come along to happen

That you were, for that moment in time, the chosen one

You just need to accept the honor

Pockets (an acrostic poem)

 

Putting her hands somewhere was always a chore

Obviously, she could just leave them at her sides.  That would be normal

Carry a purse to bring small change and a set of keys.  You know the usual

Keep some spare currency tucked away with the girls  Happens all the time.

Everything is done to preserve that everyday hourglass silhouette.

Too bad she was more of a digital watch girl.

So that’s why she wore jeans today since they have…

 

Image: i7.pngguru.com/preview/211/147/760/silhouette-dress-illustration-vector-graphics-wedding-silhouette.jpg

Roots (an acrostic poem)

 

Reaching down to find your center

Obtaining nutrients from the fertile soil around you

Organizing and grounding in your immediate world

Though you sway in the winds of change

Serenity is yours because your anchors run deep

 

Image: cff2.earth.com/uploads/2018/12/26100659/How-plants-alter-their-roots-to-adjust-to-soil-moisture–730×410.jpg

Change (an acrostic poem)

 

Can’t things just remain the same?

He shook his head reading the paper about another closure

As if being single wasn’t hard enough

Now where would he meet women?  He hated Tinder.

Going on Twitter just made his skin crawl

Even though this virus likely wouldn’t kill him, his love life was RIP.

 

Image: christenseninstitute.org/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/Change-image.jpg

Remote (an acrostic poem)

Reaching out without touching

Enabling change without moving

More inventions using voice were created

Only they paled at the ability to point and click

The universe of television opened up

Even when you didn’t have kids to change the channel

 

Image: images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/61Ae-rJFghL._SX425_.jpg

Thirst (an acrostic poem)

Too many times he had gone back to the pump

He was doing it again even now

It wasn’t going to change anything.  The water wouldn’t be there

Reaching for the ancient handle, he pumped it up and down vigorously

Staring at the dusty spout, begging for a hint of liquid to form at its edge

They found him there two weeks later still searching for a drink

 

Image: upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/bf/An_old_Hand_Pump_at_Yeleswaram.jpg