Travel (an acrostic poem)

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The ability to go where you want when you want was so curtailed

Reduced to going to and fro between rooms in your own place

And that was a dream luxury if you lived a studio apartment

Viewing those same four walls every day, day in, day out, hour after hour

Eventually even the strongest of will would start to feel incarcerated

Leaving one to make marks on the wall to mark doing your COVID time

Divide (an acrostic poem)

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Debating merits is a noble cause

If done in good faith, listening to other’s argument

Verifying your stance is what you want to defend

Instead, today we prefer to find our tribe, our island

Denying that the other side might have something to add

Enabling the feedback to build walls that opposing views can not scale  

Gallery (an acrostic poem)

 

Gazing on the works of art

All scattered around the floor and walls

Left Marcus speechless

Long ago he wanted to be an artist

Every moment of every day he was constantly drawing

Realizing eventually that making a living at creating art was not in the cards

Yet stealing it….

 

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Narrow (an acrostic poem)

Neal felt the walls come closer together the farther underground he went

As they constricted his movement, his breathing became more rapid

Restricting his vision to a narrow strip of darkness in front of him

Raspy sounds escaped his mouth as his breath became shallow

Obstinately he pushed on as his vision began to gray out

Wiggling free he took a deep breath and felt the freedom to the bottom of his lungs

 

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Writer’s Block (an acrostic poem)

***  In honor of those joining me in Nanowrimo as well as authors everywhere ***

 

When the walls begin to surround you

Reigning in your creativity

It might make you feel claustrophobic

The words stop flowing

Every syllable a struggle

Rendering the process to a halt

Silence becomes the norm

 

But there is always hope

Look for the sledgehammer in your toolkit

Or maybe even some explosives

Completely shoot everything you have at it

Killing the silence and allowing the words to flow once more