Optical (an acrostic poem)

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Overhead the clouds obscured the sun

Putting mute the prism’s ability to split light into colors

That didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy the thing

It allowed her to see shapes in mind-bending ways

Causing her to giggle with delight

And when the sun finally did come out…

Light was cleaved into a rainbow, and she got to be a leprechaun.  Now where was that gold?

Sleep (an acrostic poem)

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Soundlessly floating among clouds of thought

Leaping from one random thing to the next, but trying to create a narrative

Eventually to his sleep-addled brain, it all made sense

Everything a flow of deranged circumstances distilled into a crazy story

Pushing slumber back into consciousness, the construct fades, but the emotional memory remains

The Lesson (an 100 word story)

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Under a gloomy gray sky, she looked at the shattered pieces of her life strewn at her bleeding feet.  She stood there dumbfounded.  Everything was gone in mere moments!  She cried and almost just gave up, but…

Time kept moving.

Tears dried.

The sun crept out from behind the clouds.

She grabbed a broom and began to clean up the mess that had been her life and threw it away.  She kept a couple of small pieces to remind herself of the before times.  She then made a cup of tea and looked at the horizon.

The phoenix watched and learned.

Ground (an acrostic poem)

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Gripping the dirt like he was afraid to fall into the sky

Really it was his muscles clenching all at once

Outside the thunder rumbled, marking sonically where he had been zapped

Under those angry clouds, the smell of ozone persisted

Not that the people with the ski masks on noticed.  They were too busy trying to flee, but they

Didn’t have time because Thor stood back up and smiled.  “Now it’s my turn.”

Ray (an acrostic poem)

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Ribbons of light cascade down between the dark clouds

As the teardrop remnants of rain drip from outstretched leaves

Yielding a gleaming, magical moment

Storm (an acrostic poem)

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Stabbing light slashed down from stone-gray clouds

The weather perfectly fit Patty’s mood as fat raindrops ravaged the arid soil

Outside nature threw one of her best temper tantrums

Reminding Patty of her last relationship when she finally broke it off

Men could be such whiners

Outpost (an acrostic poem)

Outside all was quiet except for that ever-present northern wind

Ugly clouds shouted that something bad was coming

That put Kristoff into an even more foul mood

Pulling duty in such a remote Nordic section of the kingdom was horrible

Observing his youth and career slowly blowing away in this wasteland was worse

So deep he was in his musings that he didn’t hear the twang of the released bowstring

The snow soon covered up the red stain

Amazed (an acrostic poem)

Above the clouds was usually a peaceful place

Maybe it was because everyone was plugged into their own world

All the passengers had headphones on or their nose in a book

Zoey smiled at being so close to so many and yet so alone

Eleven hours more to go of this before she had to interact again

Determined to enjoy every moment of this Zen

 

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Blah (an acrostic poem)

Boys will be boys, but that didn’t make it any easier

Leaving Frank would not be any less painful because of it

At least the emotional wounds would start healing

Her grey mood was reflect in the clouds

 

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