Blade (an acrostic poem)

Bent over itself over one hundred times

Leaving a subtle strength and flexibility

And then quenched for hardness

Deidre respected everything the katana had been through

Everything she had done, and then some

 

Image: images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/31XXrujiD8L._SX425_.jpg

Crooked (an acrostic poem)

Caught in a straitjacket

Reaching for my ball point pen

Outside the moon winks at me

Opening the tiny spaces in my mind

Kicking anxiety into high gear

Everything is so so clear now

Down to my shadow that is bent and broken

 

Image: publicdomainpictures.net/pictures/150000/velka/crooked-spiral-background.jpg