Achieve (an acrostic poem)

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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

Orbit (an acrostic poem)

Oscillating around her, trapped in her emotional gravitational field

Rotating in and out of her sunny disposition

Bob felt like their relationship was becoming too predictable

It changed and became chaotic and way more complicated

The moment a third body entered the picture

 

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Etched (an acrostic poem)

Engraving the picture of her face on his soul

This way he could never forget her

Carter hoped that was the case

His Alzheimer’s was getting worse, and on his good days it scared him

Even on his bad days, he knew something was wrong

Dementia had carved so much out of his life

 

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Stumped (an acrostic poem)

Silly little things always gave him fits

Telling time on an analog clock

Untying double knotted shoes

Making really thin crepes

People, on the other hand, he could read like books

Everybody was a simple picture book to him

Debbie on the other hand…

 

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Writing Craft (a 100 word story)

Tim looked at the shards and fragments of his many broken story ideas.  He poked through their remains.  Each was as pretty as a stained glass window, but every time he tried to hang one on a sheet of paper they would come crashing to earth.  Now they were just jagged pieces of color.

He almost just threw it all away when he had a thought.  He began to nudge the pieces together and laying new prose as the glue.  Soon a new, even more vibrant, picture began to emerge.

Tim wondered if that is why they called it craft.

 

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Cast (an acrostic poem)

Concrete concepts about ethereal energies

Allowed Marcus to start to subtle shades of unseeable colors

So he sent his will into the void to draw a picture of what he wanted

The art bloomed into reality.  It was magical

 

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Letting Go (an acrostic poem)

Little things matter, but you like to look at the big picture

Even if I told you I wanted the red one, you would get me the blue

The way you complete me leaves me shivering

That is you complete me like death completes life

I don’t know why I even opened the door to my heart to you in the first place

Now I want to evict you from my presence, but I keep giving you a stay from execution

Granting you another lease on my life

 

Got to learn from your mistakes and wash my hands of this mess

Out damned spot!  Out I say!