mundane boring day
but who appreciates it
practically no one
Mesmerelda sat in the beauty of the oak woods
intrigued by the tiny wild red strawberries
dainty purple and white violets showed her their loveliness
tiny industrious bugs delighted her
M-y
A-crostic
R-egards
Y-ield
A-nnual
N-atal
N-ote's
P-oem
A-s
L-ady
A-ppreciates
D-edication
Topic: Birthday of Mary Ann Palad (February 17)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
A-uthor
L-ets
M-essage
U-se
K-ind
R-egards
A-nd
N-ote
J-ust
A-pplying
A-crostic
F-orm
A-s
R-eader
J-oyfully
A-ppreciates
I-ts
H-eavenliness
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
She who appreciates the little things
The effortless gifts that life can bring
She who sees beauty in a stranger’s smile
A hand written letter
a fresh hair style
Her dreams of travelling
still just desires
Through her journey of life she has done what’s required
She who deserves a whole lot more
Could loose hours in an old book store
But there never seems time to just be her
Each whirlwind day passes as a blur
Yet she still takes delight in sand between toes
A Green light at crossings
Fresh Footprints on snow
has no idea of the lives she has touched
To many she has been a crutch
She who has wished a thousand wishes
But finds gratitude from her grandchild’s kisses
Inside I’m aware she’s fighting her tears
Saved up from many lonely years
Thinking nobody really sees her at all
“ Have I ever been free ?” She cannot recall
But I can hear her silent sorrow
And vow to brighten her tomorrows
Because I can see there’s so much more
Locked behind her guarded door
No one appreciates the forthwith moon!
So we procured it's fullness in reverence
We rode til' the moonlight singed our backs
Til' pattering of our pedaling inflection
Boiled to a howl at our feet
Til' loquaciousness burned the rubber
Of dialectic wheels
Even philosophy urged our impediment
As we exercised every impression
So we could finally lie them down
In the softest plaudits of silence
Leaning our bicycles amongst them
Switching ideas gears unto rest
To beat another dead Marxist horse
Another day
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