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?

Crayon (an acrostic poem)

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Crayola’s yellow box made his eyes go wide.

Realizing all one hundred twenty colors inside were his to work with.

And that thought had him wondering what he should color first.

Yukon forests?  Dragons breathing fire on a horde of gold? Something from the Matrix?

Of course, he could let his imagination run wild and do something totally out of the box.

Next moment he was using a heat gun to make a three-dimensional sunset!

City (an acrostic poem)

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Canyons of concrete, glass, and steel define the urban landscape

Intense neon and fluorescent lights paint the scene in bright brash colors

That pulse with the heartbeat of the millions who live there

Yet she sat on the roof in the middle of it all, as alone as the moon that traveled overhead

Cycle (an acrostic poem)

Charging down the finishing straight

Yellow jersey amongst the cacophony of colors

Creating a chaotic dance of machines and men

Looking to master the course and each other

Every eye eventually bending towards the end in Paris

Chalk (an acrostic poem)

 

Calcium carbonate dyed bright colors

Has been applied to sidewalks and parking lots

A message of thankfulness and hope

Left for those on the front lines of this epidemic

Keeping a smile on their masked faces

 

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Cast (an acrostic poem)

Concrete concepts about ethereal energies

Allowed Marcus to start to subtle shades of unseeable colors

So he sent his will into the void to draw a picture of what he wanted

The art bloomed into reality.  It was magical

 

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Taste (an acrostic poem)

Tilly strutted around like a peacock in mating season

As she surveilled her realm, she smiled at everyone who stared

She had dressed in four different patterns and a riot of colors

To hell with the fashion police with their rigorous rules

Eight year olds made their own rules