Cold (an acrostic poem)

Creative excuses flowed from her tongue
Odin be damned if she was going to go with him
Liquid courage had already failed to steel her nerve
Doing a polar bear plunge in this weather was insane

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