Vine (an acrostic poem)

Image: static.onecms.io/wp-content/uploads/sites/37/2021/01/15/window-frame-trellis-vines-ebacf0fe.jpg

Varicose veins climbed his legs like a trellis

It had purple blossoms of bruises to give that bit extra artistic something

Nothing he did seemed to help with the aches and pains

Except the thought of even at his age something of beauty was still growing within

Trash (an acrostic poem)

Image: static.vecteezy.com/system/resources/thumbnails/001/621/300/small/close-up-of-white-crumpled-paper-being-thrown-into-a-trash-bin-free-video.jpg

The words she first typed were complete garbage

Reaching deeper, she tried again, trying to have them make artistic sense

As she typed, though, she knew these were still rubbish

She decided to keep going, but that feeling never seemed to leave her subconscious

How even after all the self-doubt she was a bestselling author amazed her every day

Beats (an acrostic poem)

Image: i.pinimg.com/originals/9d/88/24/9d8824255c90f845d59ac0f2e1922bed.png

Bouncing along to the rock-hard bass sculpture

Enjoying the poetry of the melody

And reveling in the colorful painting of the harmony

That’s wrapped in a ballet for your ears

So much artistic goodness for your soul