Trail (an acrostic poem)

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The path through the trees split around one prominent trunk

Reaching that point, I paused and thought which side should I take

At a quick glance both seemed pretty well traveled

It left me a bit sad since I wanted to follow Frost’s advice

Leaving me but one choice.  I climbed the tree and my perspective was never the same again.

Dune (an acrostic poem)

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Dramatic undulations littered the moving landscape

Under the constant onslaught of sun and wind

Never the same from minute to minute

Entropy hard at work

Change (an acrostic poem)

 

Can’t things just remain the same?

He shook his head reading the paper about another closure

As if being single wasn’t hard enough

Now where would he meet women?  He hated Tinder.

Going on Twitter just made his skin crawl

Even though this virus likely wouldn’t kill him, his love life was RIP.

 

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Routine (an acrostic poem)

Reaching for her car keys, Delilah headed out the door

Outside she got into her car and pulled out of her driveway

Under the slate-gray sky she drove through traffic to get to work

There she punched the time clock and began her shift

In her breaks, she chatted with the same people and told the same jokes

Never did it dawn on her on her way home that she should do something different

Every day might have been the same, but that’s what she so loved about it

 

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Mild (an acrostic poem)

Maybe variety is the spice of life, but

Isaac worried about getting burned

Loving to do the same thing over and over

Delicious blandness that left him fulfilled

 

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