The mark denoted a change in status.
It meant that one more thing was off the list.
Culling one more bit of weight from his soul.
Knowing that tomorrow the boss would just add five more.
Tick (an acrostic poem)
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Tidy (an acrostic poem)
The mess isn’t going to pick itself up, but
I really don’t care about it tonight
Deeming it a task for tomorrow
Yet I feel like tomorrow will be a callback to tonight
Tired (an acrostic poem)
Time to go to bed.
It’s been a long and trying day.
Ready for the sun to rise, marking a new beginning,
Except I still need to get these three things done.
Do I have to do them tonight or can it wait till tomorrow?
Bad Day (an acrostic poem)
Bringing all she had to the table
Anne felt like it just wasn’t enough
Doomed to fail, and fail horribly
Didn’t miss the mark by much
And everything went catastrophically wrong
Yet she realized tomorrow was another chance to do something great
Eve (an acrostic poem)
Every new beginning has that night before
Veiled in ambiguousness and anonymity
Experience that tonight, and may your tomorrow be ever changed
Salt (an acrostic poem)
Spice up your bland world
Allow each day to be tasty
Leave yourself sated with what you experienced
Then dream about the flavor of tomorrow
Scent (an acrostic poem)
Smelling your perfume on your pillow lingering with me in bed
Covers draped over my chest like your arm was
Every memory of you comes flooding back
Now you’re gone, so I get up and give your pillow another spritz.
That way I can wake up to you again tomorrow.
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Market (an acrostic poem)
Meaning to go grab some milk and bread
Allowing himself just a quick peek at one more thing
Realizing that his cart was full when he came to his senses
Knowing he should just put it all back
Except most of it was on sale
That means less to buy tomorrow?
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Timing (an acrostic poem)
There was a rhythm to how things flowed in life
If one could anticipate the beat, one could thrive
Many tried and flailed and failed, but Ramona was a natural
It left those in the know in awe and a bit jealous
Now here she was, about to win it all and there wouldn’t be anything left
Giving in, she purposely made a mistake assuring herself a better tomorrow
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Accept (an acrostic poem)
And this is the new normal?
Can’t we come up with something a bit better?
Create a tomorrow that makes yesterday seem like the Middle Ages
Except some pine for that yesterday
Pulling that familiar close to their bosom
The unknown is just too much to …
