Dial (an acrostic poem)

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Digits scattered around in a ritualistic circle

It spun and clicked as it began its spell

And soon there were disembodied voices talking from the other side

Listen close and you might hear grandma

Punish (an acrostic poem)

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Pushing her body to breaking never helped anyone

Unless you were talking about her guilt

Now she was here and wondered if this time she had gone too far

It seemed to make sense in the heat of the moment

So now hanging on this rockface fifty feet up and her strength giving out, she wondered

How did eating a single extra Oreo do this to her?

Mass (an acrostic poem)

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Maybe she should have gone to church more often

Any time things got rough she would break down and go

So now here she was, talking to the priest about her cancer

Sometimes it helps to find someone to help to with the heavy lifting

Stone (an acrostic poem)

 

So that was the moment he pulled out the engagement ring.

That caught her off guard.  She wasn’t ready yet, but was that her doubt talking?

Only here was the large diamond breaking the light into rainbows in her face.

Now was when she had to make the big decision, not later.  What should she do?

Eventually that became the bedrock of the rest of her life.

 

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Deft (an acrostic poem)

Dexterity was never his strong suit

Except when it came to his cleverness with words

Fast-talking was how he made his living

That slight of tongue showed true nimbleness

 

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