Digits scattered around in a ritualistic circle
It spun and clicked as it began its spell
And soon there were disembodied voices talking from the other side
Listen close and you might hear grandma
Dial (an acrostic poem)
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Story (an acrostic poem)
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So what would you say if I told you that magic really does exist
That it surrounds you, but you don’t even notice it
Or that you probably have magic in your house right now
Really. Lean in close and let me tell you a secret
You only need to open a book and let it cast its spell on you
Coffee (an acrostic poem)
Cup of her liquid wakeup was held close to her nose
Olfactory sensors lit up her brain with anticipation
Followed with her stomach preparing for the scalding acidic onslaught
Fluid of the darkest black splashed and sloshed along her tongue
Everything in her mouth screamed as the heat seared her taste buds
Except she considered that her wakeup alarm symphony. The day could now begin.
Social (an acrostic poem)
So many people together in close proximity
Ordinarily that could be a fun time for the crowd
Covid changed that dynamic greatly
It forced us to find other ways to be close while being farther apart
And while it wasn’t perfect, it was sometimes enough
Letting us dip our toes into the sea of being…
Stable (an acrostic poem)
She was so well grounded
That the emotional lightning around her would just fizzle out
And left those around her with a sense of calm
But the smell of drama ozone remained
Letting them know how close they had been to being zapped
Everyone wishes they had a friend like that
Close (an acrostic poem)
Couldn’t believe I even had a shot, to be honest
Last thing I thought would happen was that you liked me too
Old feelings of insecurity and inadequacy swamped me when we were apart, but together, that was something amazing
So when I popped the question I was at an emotional breaking point
Even though you said no, I…
Burn (an acrostic poem)
Building the fire of passion
Until his creativity ignited
Raced to finish it before that flame went out
Not noticing he got too close and now he hurts
Distant (an acrostic conversation)
Don’t know how to tell you this.
If you don’t know how then just blurt it out like you usually do
See, we have been so close for so long
That’s an understatement. We’ve been married for twenty-two years
And in all that time I feel we’ve been growing apart
Not this again. What did you do this time?
That’s something I only would tell my friends
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Comfort (an acrostic poem)
Creamy mac and cheese gooeyness winked at her from the plate
Ordering it had been a close thing.
More often than not she would have just gotten the salad
Fork discarded, she hefted her spoon
Outside world faded away as she hefted the golden goodness into her mouth
Relishing as her tastebuds fully validated her decision
That’s when she felt the warm and fuzzies from her head to her toes.
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Contact (an acrostic poem)
Close enough to whisper into her ear
Orlando still hesitated. He worried how she would react
Never had he been this close to her
To think how long it had taken to plan this out
And now this was his time. He decided to reach out
Crashing to the ground, he bounced his head off the concrete as he was tackled
To think he had almost licked Taylor Swift!
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