Serendipity (an acrostic poem)

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Sometimes it’s those flukes of luck that change the world

Everyone thinks it is greatness, but so much is being in the right place at the right time

Realizing that you are in that moment for a reason

Engaging in what needs to be done to create your new normal

Now sometimes it is pure happenstance

Dumb luck if you will

It can be such a blessing

Perhaps it was more than that, though

It was a break waiting for you to come along to happen

That you were, for that moment in time, the chosen one

You just need to accept the honor

Blend (an acrostic poem)

Black beans poured out of the roaster, their scent filling the small room

Looking at her handiwork, Livia scooped up a sample

Every bean was slightly cracked and glistened with flavorful oils

Now that she was done, it was time for her to get a drink

Doing this kind of work usually made her thirsty for some reason

 

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Reason (an acrostic poem)

Rational ideas set up bulwarks and walls, defending what it considers truth

Emotions launch themselves at those fortifications, trying to lay them low

As the battle wages on, the field gets more and more muddied

Soon the lines are blurred, and what was considered truth becomes lost in the struggle

Obscuring what was the purpose of the original struggle

Negating any hope that cooler minds will prevail