Cutting out moments in time
Licking and sticking them into her memory
It made her happy collating all of them
Putting the rest of the dross in the recycle bin
Clip (an acrostic poem)
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Corner (an acrostic poem)
Couldn’t stand being put in one when she was young
Objecting to the degrading idea of facing the epitome of a box
Realizing she never wanted to be inside that construct ever again
Now she does her own thing while society fiddles and burns
Energized knowing she is living her best life
Regretting that the rest of humanity decided not to follow her and stayed in the …
Wrong (an acrostic poem)
Wishing he was right, but knowing he wasn’t
Really, he couldn’t be farther from being correct
Only he was committed now, and backing down was worse, wouldn’t it?
Now it was time to pay the piper, but he had no money
Going to be bad, but the rest of the village had said what could the pied piper do?
Fork (an acrostic poem)
Finding that there are two ways to go from here
Only can pick one branch to travel down
Reality was she didn’t feel ready to choose a path
Knowing that, she sat there and contemplated the…
Extinct (an acrostic poem)
Every single one of them were gone
X marked the spot where the last one had died
That seemed such a minor thing at the time, and yet
It was the beginning of the end for the rest of us
Now I stand here to make another monument
Chiseling an X using my fingernails on the spot I stand
This is where the last of us will take their final breathe
Thunder (an acrostic poem)
The storm crashed through the valley
Heaving tree branches and debris to-and-fro
Until there seemed to a charged pause
Negative particles madly dash from sky to ground
Determined to find a place to rest
Except that outbreak from the heavens causes heated air to flee the scene
Resulting in colder air to rush in and clap at the drama of it all
Document (an acrostic poem)
Didn’t read the fine print of the contract
Of course that’s how a lot of these stories start
Catch 22’s galore in the legalese that no one can decipher
Unless you are a lawyer, and even then you have to be speak a dialect of Parseltongue
Making the rest of the tale about maneuvering out of the inevitable
Enabling our hero to have the last laugh
Now only if that worked in real life
Then I would be so done with these student loans
Rice (an acrostic poem)
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Reaching for the fork, she gently fluffed the grains
It helped release some of the steam trapped within, perfuming her face
Cooking might not be her jam, but this simple act made her so happy
Even if the rest of the meal was now charcoal
Progress (an acrostic poem)
Proof that you are moving forward can be hard to find
Realize that sometimes just not going backwards as fast is something
Or stay still as everyone around you marches somewhere you don’t want to go
Grieve when you need to grieve, that allow you to move forward
Rest when you are tired. That allows you to move forward
Every step might feel like you are wading through a riptide
So much of life can be like that
Still, one step, then another, always trying. That is how it works. Give yourself credit for…
Teeth (an acrostic poem)
The gap in his grin was very off putting
Even though everything else was perfect
Eleanor tried to ignore it, to be happy, no thrilled, with all the rest
That proved futile since she kept finding herself focusing on it
His smile seemed to accentuate the piece of spinach stuck there
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