MY FORMAT
I decided to do an acrostic of each of your names, and write about you. But I added an additional feature -- each line for each letter in the acrostic had to contain the exact amount of words for the position of that letter in the alphabet. For example, A = 1, D = 4, L = 12.
What I discovered is that this made me write in ways, and to word things a bit differently, than I ordinarily would if I was just writing in my usual styles. It forced me to use words in new ways.
Since Dana's name is so short, and Annmarie's so long, I added the middle names to try to even it out a bit.
Hope you like this little experiment of mine.
Celebrating Three
Goddesses
By Helen Sadler
Let me celebrate one
who has read my mind on many occasions.
Ambitious.
Unwritten yet in
so many ways, possibilities endless, insights clear,
idealist
heart, she rests among those who envision a graceful Gaia
Radiating
exuberance, rarely off her game, she knows the value of relationships;
in
turn, her friendship is treasured.
Immersed in her
life as a writer, she shines,
Expands her
creativity and curiosity.
Jewel in the life
of so many, making a difference
Always.
Yearning for the
next step, she continues in her grounded ways,
walking a balance beam, arms outstretched,
ready
for more, having faith in perfect outcomes,
Excelling in
every targeted goal.
Authentic
Never a false
word falls from her lips – pure, real deal in every way.
Noble in spirit
and substance; speaker of the truth in matters large and small.
Memories together
cause me to smile: at dinner, the beach,
our genuine conversations.
Admiration.
Reaches for the
new, strives for improvement, not afraid to see what doesn’t work,
willing
to make changes.
Irony in speech
patterns, inventive in the written word,
Explorer/architect
of the extraordinary.
Deep
conversations, always attuned,
Animated.
Negotiator of
unknown territories, throwing caution to the wind,
leaving
the morally repugnant behind.
Activated.
Living a life of
an artist, a teacher, a reveler in the
Absurd.
Laughing at the
strange ironies, the ammunition used against her, never downed.
Only necessary
losses and lessons in transition, figuring out where she stands
in
this world.
Not a neophyte to
that which burns, but one willing to cool the flames;
Desperately,
deliberately, dancing diva
Echoing in the
canyon walls.
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