Bells (an acrostic poem)

Bronze flashing, ringing, singing

Enveloping the spirits of those around

Loud bashing to soft banter

Layering music, hope, and joy

Shattering the silence




Funk (an acrostic poem)

Freddie shredded his guitar solo

Until his speaker drowned in reverb

Nuking its ability to be dynamic

Keeping the rest in a true 70’s vibe



Soul (an acrostic poem)

Sounds escaped the sax that built a castle of blue ice

Over that the horns mourned the loss of innocence

Until the drums came in, then picked up the tempo

Letting everything melt into an ecstasy of melody