Plus (an acrostic poem)

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Putting things together is something I do all the time

Lets me add all the nuances I think I need

Until I start to subtract by adding too much

So am I good at knowing when that happens?  No, but when I do learn it, it will be a huge…

Veil (an acrostic poem)

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Viewing life through a gauzy sheet of emotions

Everything was fuzzy and slightly off color

It made things less scary and more comfy

Living that way also meant never really knowing what was real

Mush (an acrostic poem)

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Maybe it was too late in the day to do such things, but she tried to solve his riddle

Under the glow of a full moon, she contemplated what he had said and how he had said it

So many possibilities rattled around her cranium, demanding she fit the moving pieces together

Her head started to pound as she felt the pieces fly away, her ability to comprehend slowly devolving to…

Mess (an acrostic poem)

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Making things usually left his desk a little cluttered, and he loved to make stuff

Everything started within reach, but by the end, some of creative debris was in the other room

Someday he would learn to put everything back in its place when he was done with it

Still, he thought of his whole experience in terms of his need to be creative, not that the output was a chaotic…

Flash (an acrostic poem)

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Flickering lights were the first things he noticed as he awoke, dazed, confused, and hung over

Laying on the asphalt, he tried to roll off his back but found he couldn’t

As if he was stuck there by the hand of God, all he could see were

Strobing lights pulsating across the cloud-infested night sky

He began to cry when he heard his brother say, “Told you superglue would work.”

Vision (an acrostic poem)

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Viewing those things that were not there

It was the bane of her existence

She wanted to expose them and show others what they could not see

If only she was better at that than she was.  Every time she tried; the figments fled

Organizing her chaotic thoughts, she decided to try a different trap this time

NaNoWriMo would be motivation to finally capture them inside her words

Cash (an acrostic poem)

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Couldn’t spend his money fast enough

All the things were needed, and they were needed yesterday

So when he went to check out, he was short the amount needed

He looked to his mom.  She sighed and pulled out her credit card. Happy birthday?

Forget (an acrostic poem)

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Finding memories strewn along the river of life

Only they were not yours, but do you really care?

Remembering things that were almost true, but with a twist

Generating new recollections resonating inside your head

Echoing emotional reverberations

That fade to black as you wake up and begin to …

Smooth (an acrostic poem)

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Sometimes she didn’t know they were recording the conversation

Might have been a problem for a lot of people, but not for her

Others would hem and haw and stutter, but she was concise and clear

Others would say things they didn’t mean or didn’t want others to hear, she was honest and

That’s why she was happy the whole thing went to court

Here they would what she said in her own voice, and that voice said, “No.”