Across (an acrostic poem)

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Always there was a distance between them.

Could be living on different coasts, but it wasn’t.

Really it happened even when they were in the same room.

Oh, if they could just figure out a way to cross the gap

Such that all their dreams could come true.

So it was a tragedy when they settled for the next best thing.

Farce (an acrostic poem)

 

Finding humor in so much tragedy

Avarice played as generosity

Risqué acted out as pious living

Clowns come off as kings

Everything that makes 2020 what it is

 

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Thread (an acrostic poem)

Twisting herself into knots

Heather tried to bind her feelings

Reasoning while her life was unraveling

Enabled her to look at the patterns emerging

And stitch something together that was quite beautiful out of tragedy

Daring someone else to make it through the eye of her needle

 

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Unusual Love (100 words of weirdness)

The car wept radiator fluid as it lay broken after trying to wrap itself around the tree.  The tree bent forward; its branches tenderly caressing the top of its crumpled one night stand.  Two things, one created and one grown, found a moment of love in time of tragedy.  As the snow draped the scene in a mind numbing white blanket, the only person to witness the joining of tree and car gently cooled; his last thoughts were of love and love lost.  The tree finished collapsing onto the car as sirens in the far distance wailed for the tragedy.