Carbon (an acrostic poem)

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Couldn’t see flaws in the diamond on her finger

And he looked hard as he held her hand

Reality sometimes was hard to pencil into a narrative that worked for him

But he usually found a way to turn the coal in his stocking into something way more valuable

On this occasion, he turned his smile up to eleven to see if that would strike a shattering blow

Nothing could deviate her attention from her fiancé.  The boy, on the other hand…

Oil (an acrostic poem)

Old dinosaurs liquefied into a thick fluid

It contains the lifeblood of the current civilization

Leaving behind a bitter carbon aftertaste.

 

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Pool (an acrostic poem)

Pushing the water aside as she knifed through the liquid

Oxygen greedily gulped in with every third stroke

Out the carbon dioxide bubbled through her nose into the water

Leaving them behind to pop behind her

 

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Toast (an acrostic poem)

Too much time had passed by the time he got to the scene

Obviously there was nothing left that could be salvaged

At best the remaining carbon could still be dated in like forty thousand years

Still he wanted to be able to reconstruct the past

Then the bread wouldn’t be burnt.

 

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