Circus (an acrostic poem)

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Clowns paraded and danced in front of her.

It would have been funny if she didn’t know the truth.

Reality was they were the keys to her success.

Committed to helping her cross the threshold into stardom.

Until that very moment, she had believed that this would all work, but now?

So when they pointed at the cannon, she shook her head and backed away.

Trials (an acrostic poem)

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The start to an ordeal is never easy

Reaching down deep to find the follow through can be painful

It can make you want to turn back, give up, curl up in a ball

And yet, there is so much awaiting you on the other end of it all

Look, you know it won’t be easy but…

Success is usually worth the price of admission

Click (an acrostic poem)

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Can it be we are a time that the number of likes is a metric of success?

Leaving empty falsehoods and catchy memes the currency of the realm

It is sad that each one of us has to become fact checkers to just exist

Creating a media weariness that affects all of us to one degree or another

Keeping us dreading, yet secretly addicted to, that next mouse ….

Together (an acrostic poem)

 

There is so much you can’t do by yourself

Others are needed to make it happen

Getting your tribe on board might not be easy

Everyone might have different opinions or a different way to do it

That’s when you need to realize we are all in this

Here is where we need to work extra hard listening and not attacking

Enabling the collective to try and fail as we look towards success

Realizing this is why in these tough times we need to stick…

 

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Pressure (an acrostic poem)

Pushing past the limits of her endurance

Rita kept ratcheting up the tension in her muscles

Everything was on the line this time

Success and she was set for life

Slip up and she would be homeless and broken

Urging her body to give her just a little more

Rita growled as she felt her opponent quiver

Everything after that happened so fast she didn’t know how to react

 

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Design (an acrostic poem)

Determining where every part goes

Engineering its functionality

So that it worked as promised

If done right there was a good chance for success

Gaining fame and fortune

Now that would be a great ….

 

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Catching Up (an acrostic poem)

Cat and mouse described Nat’s relationship with her peers

At least that’s how Nat saw it

To be the mouse was tiring, but Nat put up with it

Coming to grips with being a target was built into her persona

Having success from an early age was a mixed blessing

Inspiration to some, a threat to most in this male dominated world

Never really at easy in the power dynamic

Given that women were still looked at as either being subservient or a bitch

 

Until men would stop pawing her figuratively or physically

Perhaps she would need to become the cat in this relationship

 

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What is Failure?

So I have fallen behind in my NaNoWriMo count.  I didn’t get to work on it yesterday, and today I was frantic because of other commitments and only did 400 words or so today.  Now I can consider this a failure, or I can look at the positive that I was able to outline the middle portion of my novel, or act two in script speak.  Actually it is the later half of act two.  I knew where my protagonist needed to go, but I was having troubles getting him there.  I worked on it for a good couple of hours and solved most of the major plot points to get him from where he is now to where he needs to go to get to acts three.  So I ask again, was it a failure to not meet the word quota, or was it a success that I have a good direction to head out tomorrow?  I claim it is unknown until I start writing more this week.  If I can chip away at the word count I am behind, then it is worth it.  If not, then it was a failure.  Failure is always an option, but I am hoping with this stutter step and some better outlining I can build on it into a triumph, but that is for future me to decide.

 

ps Can you tell I’m writing this after 1 am local time?  Yeah, I am tired.  🙂