Spirit (an acrostic poem)

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She looked into the night sky and pondered her place.

Perhaps she was just a gathering of dust on a rocky mote flying through emptiness.

It made her feel small and insignificant,

Refuse of exploded suns long since forgotten in the cosmic background.

If that was it, well, that was still pretty cool.

The fact that her ancestors were ancient suns lightened her soul, and her smile lit up the night.

Barber (an acrostic poem)

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Boy could those men tell you stories amid the smell of talc and aftershave

About times in the past that people have forgotten

Remembering with such clarity the neighborhood throughout time

Because they had been there for a combined hundred-sixty years

Everyone came there to sit in those ancient green chairs and listen raptly

Relishing their experience with those historians.  The haircuts weren’t too bad either.

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

 

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Fossil (an acrostic poem)

Feeling ancient, well beyond his years

Oliver groaned, stretched, and popped a few vertebrae back in place

So many stairs to climb to get to his bed made him shake his head

So heavy limbs, like they were made of stone

It made him want to just lay down here for all of eternity

Laughing, he thought he now knew how the dinosaurs felt

 

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Ancient (an acrostic poem)

Age practically dripped from his eyes

Narrow crevices in his cheeks channeled it to his down turned lips

Catching on the stubble of his six day old white beard

It collected there until large drops of it plopped to the ground below

Eyeing those around him, he wondered if they realized how quickly time moved

Nothing had prepared him for that rapid transition

Too bad he couldn’t tell time to get off his lawn, else he might be fertilizing it

 

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Trade (an acrostic poem)

This for that is as ancient as any system of commerce

Reliable if both parties have something the other wanted

Although sometimes you needed a larger circle to get the deal done

Donnie wanted that old system to come back into prominence

Eventually, someone would then take his life for something meaningful

 

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Thirst (an acrostic poem)

Too many times he had gone back to the pump

He was doing it again even now

It wasn’t going to change anything.  The water wouldn’t be there

Reaching for the ancient handle, he pumped it up and down vigorously

Staring at the dusty spout, begging for a hint of liquid to form at its edge

They found him there two weeks later still searching for a drink

 

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