Dome (an acrostic poem)

 

Dim stars twinkled from far overhead

Overwhelming ancient history is written in those heavens

Mary contemplated how her short existence fit in all of that

Eventually, she embraced her cousins since they were all made of the dust of creation

 

Image: nasa.gov/sites/default/files/thumbnails/image/pillars_of_creation.jpg

Kite (an acrostic poem)

 

Knowing how to fly wasn’t the hard part

It was when you attached a large sail of cloth to your back

Then stood at the top of a cliff and took that first step

Everything from there was just physics

 

Image: prismkites.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/prism-kites-nexus-p2-flying-sky-spectrum.jpg

Orbit (an acrostic poem)

Oscillating around her, trapped in her emotional gravitational field

Rotating in and out of her sunny disposition

Bob felt like their relationship was becoming too predictable

It changed and became chaotic and way more complicated

The moment a third body entered the picture

 

Image: scx1.b-cdn.net/csz/news/800/2017/47-scientistsdi.jpg