Finding that there are two ways to go from here
Only can pick one branch to travel down
Reality was she didn’t feel ready to choose a path
Knowing that, she sat there and contemplated the…
Fork (an acrostic poem)
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Crisp (an acrostic poem)
Cider so hard you need a hammer and chisel to drink it
Resulting in puckered lips that would make an Instagram influencer jealous
It leaves an impression on the consumer’s soul
Searing the memory of that tree, that branch, that fruit, that moment
Permanently into your psyche
Woods (an acrostic “groanversation”)
“Where be the trees? I cannot see them because of this forest!”
“Oy vey! I should have known you would branch down that path.”
“Okay, I see your timber, but don’t worry. I’m not going to leaf you there.”
“Don’t go farther. My bark is worst than my bite and I am getting pretty hungry.”
“So I shouldn’t tell you about how thicket’s getting around here?”
Run Away (an acrostic poem)
Really Paul knew he should get out of there
Undercaffeinated and out of time
Nothing left in reserves
And yet here he was, a flaming branch in one hand
Watching the monster squint in his direction
All he wanted to do was to wake up from this nightmare
Yet he knew his alarm clock was never going to go off again
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Pressure (an acrostic poem)
Pushing on through the pain was Geoff’s forte
Running through the low bushes scrapped his legs raw
Every breath was labored, oxygen a rare commodity
Sounds of pursuit began to grow
Sending Geoff into more of a panic
Urging more speed from his spent limbs, he tumbled to the ground
Realizing fleeing was no longer an option, Geoff stood up, picking up a branch
Even a lump of coal could become a diamond. Time to see what he was made of
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