Sorry x2 (an acrostic poem)

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So, I haven’t posted here for a couple of days

Of course, I hate when that happens

Really, I wanted to post, but I was burning the candle at both ends

Reaching a point where the words would not come

You can be assured I am sorry and will try to do better in the future.

And now a bonus poem/story…

She wanted to tell him she had been wrong in what she did

Or maybe not quite wrong, but maybe more mistaken

Reaching out, she cupped his cold face with her hands

Ready to finally apologize for what she had done

Yet she couldn’t though since he was already dead

Shrink (an acrostic story)

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She looked at her client perched on her couch. “Tell me again what’s wrong?”

He didn’t dignify her with a response.

“Really? You don’t want to say anything?”

It didn’t seem to alter his disposition. He closed his eyes to slits and stared at her

Now these were the times she wished she had thought about this if this was the right career for her

Knowing this, would she have not gone into cat psychology? Probably not. Mr. Butters left the couch and jumped onto her lap as if to seal the deal. Purrrrfection!

Length (an acrostic conversation)

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“Look, it’s true what they say about… you know.”

“Except I don’t know. Please educate little ol’ me.”

“Not on your life! If you don’t know, well then all the better.”

“Good grief! Be a man and tell me.”

“That would be funny if it wasn’t so ironic.”

“How come? Telling me would be such a… small thing.”

Thrill (an acrostic poem)

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That first time my lips grazed yours

How my world changed forever

Racing hearts beating together

It left me dizzy and short of breath

Let me tell you, I couldn’t wait to do that again

Loving that hit of raw adrenaline

Strings (an acrostic conversation)

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“Stuff like this yarn makes the entire universe.”

“That is total bull and you know it!”

“Really?  And what makes you such an expert, do you do physics?”

“I know something much better than physics that tells me that’s a lie.”

“Never going to believe you, but why don’t you tell me.”

“Given that cats exist, and if the universe is made of yarn stuff, why haven’t cats unraveled everything?”

“So you know what, you may be on to something.”

Chat (an acrostic conversation)

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“Could you tell me about your day, but make sure it’s not something I care about.”

“How about I expound about memes, but without me giving you the picture.”

“Ah, that might work, but can you mention random people I don’t know for context?”

“That would be peachy! Thank you for such a wonderful conversation.”

Story (an acrostic poem)

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So what would you say if I told you that magic really does exist

That it surrounds you, but you don’t even notice it

Or that you probably have magic in your house right now

Really. Lean in close and let me tell you a secret

You only need to open a book and let it cast its spell on you

Spoons (an acrostic poem)

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So far much can you handle today?

Perhaps it is one or two more than yesterday

Or maybe it is a half dozen less

Or maybe you threw them all in the wash and need to sit out a bit

Nobody can tell you how many you have at your disposal

So do what you can and know that it’s okay

Diet (an acrostic poem)

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Don’t tell me what to eat.

I listen to what my body needs.

Everything in there is a well-oiled machine.

That’s the reason I consume all the French fries I can.

The Talk (an acrostic conversation)

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There are times when a boy and a girl love each other.

Hey Dad, you don’t need to go there.

Every dad has to.  It’s an oath we give at the hospital before taking you home.

They were lying to you, Dad.  I’m all set.

And how would you know you are all set?

Look, do you want me to tell you what I know?

Kill me now!