Moss (an acrostic poem)

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Maybe the rolling stone wasn’t that great after all

Only by finding a quiet, still place can you put down some roots

Soul-nourishing peace grounding away the pent-up anxious energy

Soaking in patience waiting for the right stone to come

Road (an acrostic poem)

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Racing down this country lane with you

Outside the trees fly by

As time stands still inside

Determined to never have this moment end

Still (an acrostic poem)

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Something about sitting down, eyes closed, not moving

The outside slows down and the inside opens up

It allows you to shed the pull of society’s hectic current

Letting you find a spot of calm that is at your core

Leaving you reenergized when you emerge from being…

Progress (an acrostic poem)

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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…

Slow (an acrostic poem)

 

So many people just passed her by

Like she was mentally standing still

Outside their assumptions were correct

When you stopped and listened, you realized she was lightyears ahead.

 

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Shine (an acrostic poem)

So smooth.  The clear liquid hardly burned.

He knew this batch would sell well

It just meant dodging the Feds till he dropped off this batch

Not that he hadn’t done hundreds of times

Eventually, his luck would run out, but hopefully not before the still did

 

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Still (an acrostic poem)

Sitting by the water, living between breaths

Testing the limits of self-oxygen deprivation

I feel the darkness hug me close

Letting me know it would be okay to just slip away

Leaving me motionless in response