Cosy (a British acrostic poem)

Image: i0.wp.com/www.stamfordfire.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/08/2018-08-20_10-12-34.png

Cuddling underneath his fleece blankie he smiled

Outside the wind is shaking the windows wanting in

Sound of the crackling flames in the fireplace lull him almost to sleep

Yawning he shut off the TV.  He wanted to live in that moment forever.

Sweet (an acrostic poem)

 

Saccharine dreams and ideals permeate her world

Winding her up into a sugar coma

Everything becomes a surreal new reality

Enabling dark pits and holes to grow in the enamel of her TV smile

That didn’t matter though, because the nothings told her so

 

Image: dooleydental.com/blog/wp-content/uploads//AdobeStock_13844435.jpeg

Grind (an acrostic poem)

Getting the words to flow seemed impossible today

Really it would be easier to just kick back and watch TV

Instead here was Bob pounding on the keyboard

Now very few of those words tapped out will probably make it past the edits

Definitely none of the ones NOT typed would ever see the final manuscript though

 

Image: images.techhive.com/images/article/2017/04/20170401_210649-100719526-large.jpg