Scent (an acrostic poem)

 

Smelling your perfume on your pillow lingering with me in bed

Covers draped over my chest like your arm was

Every memory of you comes flooding back

Now you’re gone, so I get up and give your pillow another spritz.

That way I can wake up to you again tomorrow.

 

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Wet (an acrostic poem)

 

Weeping because you’re gone

Every drop a good memory of you before your passing

That’s why these tears will never stop

 

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Lost (an acrostic poem)

Looking for something familiar, some landmark to rattle is memory

Order to placate the chaos inside his head

Still, no matter how much he looked, there was nothing

That was worse than any Hollywood boogeyman ever

 

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Create (an acrostic poem)

Can’t make anything out of nothing

Really that’s a crock of bull

Everyone knows storytellers weave lies into whole cloth

And wrap you up inside nice and snug

That’s the stuff godhood is made of

Even if the magic eventually fades into memory

 

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Repeating (an acrostic poem)

Reaching the time gate, Jackson sighed with relief.

Even after everything had gone wrong for these past two years, he could set it right

Punching the emergency return button, the gate hummed to life

Eleven minutes from now, he would be able to go back to 2031

And this time know how to fix it.  He leaped into the breach and felt something go…

The EMTs rushed him into the emergency room

It was found he had a brain aneurysm.  It didn’t kill or paralyze him

No, it just affected his memory.  His earliest memory was of 2028

Glimmers of something horrible sometimes surfaced, but therapy helped suppress it

 

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Memory (an acrostic poem)

Music played softly in the background

Emily smiled at her husband, watching him conduct the band in his mind

Matt was brilliant with a baton in his hand.  It was something he was born to do

Oscar had said as much during Emily and Matt’s wedding ceremony

Reaching out to touch Matt, Emily smiled at that reminiscence

Yet she accepted that that recollection was gone for him, like so many others

Free (an acrostic poem)

Fences stretched to the horizon

Reinforcing the idea of being confined

Eunice focused on the eagle gliding high above

Envisioning herself soaring, the fences just a memory down below

Memory (an acrostic poem)

Musing about the past

Engaging mental muscle

Moving past the cobwebs

Opening the sealed vault

Reaching for that wanted moment

Yet grabbing the wrong one!