24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
MAGIC: AN ACROSTIC
Mysteries surround our lives; a twinkle, a glimpse
of something new.
Apart from the way we are taught to see; a fairy’s
fire – not real, but true.
Glittering glamours that can’t be explained; where
logic will not dare to tread.
Intrinsic knowledge of powers beyond lie in our
souls, not in our heads.
Come into the light, come into the fold, and be one
with the magic of days of old.
Hello all,
My name is Vicki. I am an English/Special Education teacher from New York. I have three children, two of which are now adults. My husband and I have been together for 23 years and I love him more than life itself, but we’re going through a really bad time right now and I am hoping that writing will help with that. This is my first year competing, so I chose only the half marathon. Good luck to all of you! Let’s see where this goes…..
THE GIRL NEXT DOOR
I am the girl next door.
You watch me everyday, beautiful to behold.
But you don’t see me.
We chat about hundreds of insubstantial things.
But you don’t hear me.
I am the girl next door.
Because we are neighbors, you assume I’m just like you.
But you don’t know me.
You envy my picture perfect life.
But you don’t really understand.
I am the girl next door.
We’ve shared many an evening’s tea on the front porch.
You have been to every backyard barbeque I’ve held.
I am the girl next door.
We’ve strolled away the springtime in the gardens.
You’ve walked me to the shining aluminum threshold of my front door.
I am the girl next door.
But my home you’ve never entered.
Do you wonder why?
My walls are built solid and strong.
What could be inside?
I am the girl next door.
My windows hidden by steel blinds drawn.
What secrets do they hide?
The doors always locked, all entrances blocked.
Does inside see a slant of light?
I am the girl next door.
And you’ll never know what I’m capable of.