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instance

each birth has been an instance of emergence

each shut door is an instance of confinement

and your comeback comes with wavelets

of resurgence

and a syzygy’s an instance

of alignment.

..

bake your bread to cause an instant freshness smile

win a race and add accomplishment anew

win a friend and you’ve a teammate

and it boosts your self-esteem, mate

and your cheer-squad reconstruction crew

this while.

.

and that all is well and goodish

but that guy with garment hoodish

waits so patiently with scythe and stopwatch ready

but defy him all you can

and put cessation in the distance

make a shreddy

track and rack up legioned instants.

Friends, as of 8:27 PM, Mountain Standard Time, May 29, 2018, your humble host has been afflicted with a peculiar form of creative block for more than a week. It is not that I cannot draw or write. It is that when I turn these energies to a certain project, I choke up.

The project is a page that will include a quadruple acrostic. The pillars of the acrostic are the words Left, Lest, Fest, and Felt. The poem is inspired by a blog post of a new friend of mine, a poet named Marta whose blog is called MOMENTS. The magical, enigmatic post talked of sisters Left and Felt, and their influence on women named Laura, Selina and Maria. Here is a link: https://momentsbloc.wordpress.com/2018/02/04/left-and-felt-three-abnormal-women/

I was jazzed and energized by Marta’s post, and also could not but notice that the words Left and Felt, both of four letters, would lend themselves to a double acrostic poem. And then I realized that two additional words, Lest and Fest, if placed between Left and Felt, would imply a transformation from one to the other, one letter at a time.

Excited, I texted Marta for permission to use her post as a springboard for one of mine. She quickly and graciously granted permission. I thought I would have it done inside a week, and within a day or so had gotten this far:

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And then, my friends, I hit a block wall.

(End of part 1)