Break (an acrostic poem)

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Baby porcelain doll, the last one her daughter had ever held, burst into sharp shards as it hit the floor

Releasing so many emotions in her, some she thought she had closed within that small casket

Everyone around her just stopped and stared, silent, not knowing what to do or say

As she watched those pieces scatter she started drowning in a psychological flood

Keeping the tears away was impossible as she felt something inside of her…

Weight (an acrostic poem)

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What seemed so light moments before threatened to pull her down into the depths of despair

Every time it happened it took so much strength to try to pick up the pieces and try to move on

It was no use. She broke.

Giving way to the gravity of it all, she sunk to the floor

Her eyes teared up, the heavy drops of water falling

They were children!

Fragile (an acrostic poem)

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Focusing on her reflection in the mirror

Rachel wondered how she could go on

After everything she’d been through, there was so little left

Glass was far more robust than her current mental state

It felt like at any moment she would shatter into a million pieces

Leaving emotional shards across the floor

Except that’s when her son came by and gave her a hug, pulling her back together.

Pop (an acrostic poem)

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Puncturing that pompous balloon made me happy.

Observing his collapse to his mental floor a mere shell of his old ego gave me was the highlight of my day.

Perhaps I better worry that someone might do the same to me?

Dive (an acrostic poem)

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Dirt on the floor intermingled with peanut shells and spilled stale beer

It gave this old run-down bar a certain je ne sais quoi

Vacuuming up those plummeting through the floor of their lives

Enabling them a place to splash down while mumbling “Bottom’s up.”

Putter Clutter (a 100 word story)

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He looked at the clutter around him.  Neglected, half-finished dreams littered the desk, table, and sections of the floor.  At one point each project had held so much life and promise, but now they were on life support, or worse yet zombified corpses.  He wondered what was the best approach going forward.  Maybe he should just put everything away and pull out pieces when he was ready to resurrect them, but that would mean confronting his failures, and he wasn’t emotionally prepared to do that just yet.  Besides, he had a brand new idea, and he knew it would work.

Spiral (an acrostic poem)

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Spinning around and around in tighter and tighter circles

Putting my equilibrium into the fetal position

I try to stop, but the world is now spinning up as I slow down

Reaching for the floor, I miss

And fall into some space that I didn’t know existed

Living now the pinwheel life

Crumbs (an acrostic poem)

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Can’t get a seat at the table?

Relegated to looking on, waiting for something to hit the floor?

Under foot and unnoticed?

Maybe this year is when you stand up and demand a seat.

Become a partner with those who should be your peers.

So stop settling for mere…

Slippery (an acrostic poem)

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Soapy bubbles covering his body he dropped his soap by his feet

Leaning down to retrieve it, he took a small step.

It left him unbalanced, he reached out to stop the fall, but down he went

Pulling the shower curtain down with him

Putting him on the floor, underneath the curtain, with the shower still on

Everyone rushed to the bathroom and saw him there sprawled on the floor

Reaching for the toilet, he levered himself into a sitting position

Yielding him a standing ovation from his roommates and a ten from the Russian judge

Gallery (an acrostic poem)

 

Gazing on the works of art

All scattered around the floor and walls

Left Marcus speechless

Long ago he wanted to be an artist

Every moment of every day he was constantly drawing

Realizing eventually that making a living at creating art was not in the cards

Yet stealing it….

 

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