Social (an acrostic poem)

So many people together in close proximity

Ordinarily that could be a fun time for the crowd

Covid changed that dynamic greatly

It forced us to find other ways to be close while being farther apart

And while it wasn’t perfect, it was sometimes enough

Letting us dip our toes into the sea of being…

Soothe (an acrostic poem)

 

Surging emotions hit her mental sea wall

Overflowing into her life

Outside she looks like a wet mess

That is just temporary

Her storms will pass and the emotional sea will calm

Eventually, she will dry off and be herself once more

 

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Cliff (an acrostic poem)

Careening down the road without a care

Love was lost, and Bonnie was determined to find it

If it meant driving from sea to shining sea, she would do it

Finding love wouldn’t be an easy thing she knew

For it had listened to her when she told it to jump off a ….

 

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Risk Management (an acrostic poem)

Rational thinking was the way Charlie approached his whole life

It was the bedrock everything was built upon

She had completely destroyed that whole paradigm

Kissing a complete stranger as the ball dropped

 

Mass hysteria could be blamed for that moment

And Charlie almost did so, but damn, that kiss

Now he was pulling her out of the crowd, back to his car

And he was trying to figure out what the next steps would be

Giggling, she spun him around and pinned him to the side of a building

Everything stopped as she kissed him again

Memory was chiseled into his forever with that kiss

Eventually she broke it off and mouthed goodbye before running off

Not wanting to let this end, he tried to follow, but she evaporated in the sea of people

Taking a deep breath, he reached for his bedrock, but damn those lips

 

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Blank (an acrostic poem)

Blue eyes staring out over the choppy waves

Longing for a sight of something solid on the horizon

And seeing nothing interrupting the embrace of sky and sea

Nervously the eyes blink, hoping for a sign

Knowing there would be nothing

Water (an acrostic poem)

Wearing down mountains into molehills

As well as etching wrinkles into the landscape

Tumbling towards the sea with reckless abandon

Entering a union with its brethren in a lunar dance

Returning to the sky to begin the journey again