Lottery (an acrostic poem)

Living day to day, depending on his luck for sustenance

Orbiting his need for money and his need to be creative

The two pulling in opposite directions, their tidal forces ripping him apart

Today was a day where art and hunger went hand in hand as he painted

Every ounce of his imagination was placed on the canvas stroke by stroke

Revealing a mixture of magic and his soul, bound in sweat and paint

Yet it didn’t sell, leaving him destitute and feeling like he lost at life

Creature (an acrostic poem)

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Capricious thoughts scatter across his mental landscape

Reason and emotion decorate his headspace with the creative and the banal

Everything coalescing into a morass of possibilities and probabilities

A prime candidate for the existence of a higher purpose

That life is not just reacting to environmental stimuli and hormones

Unless it concerned her smirk

Reducing everything to its most primal place

Especially as she purred, kneading him, keeping him awake

Creative Spirit (an acrostic poem)

Cursing up a storm, Artie raged against the rain of bad news

Reality was determined to corner her into marrying Brad

Everything was just too perfect.  He was handsome, kind, interesting

Absolutely the perfect man for her, and yet…

The truth of it was Artie didn’t believe in marriage

It wasn’t the commitment.  It was all the baggage that came with it

Vivid memories of her parents’ divorce still played in her nightmares

Everything having to do with matching rings made her queasy

 

Still if she didn’t say yes it meant she was saying no to Brad

Plenty of women would gladly take her place in his life

Inspired by that conundrum, Artie began to draw

Reaching inward to find an answer or some sort of compromise

If there was a way to do this, she would find it

That or decide whether she wanted to live the rest of her life with Brad or herself