Fire climbing high into the sky
Lighting her eyes in a way that was magical
And the image made his heart skip a beat
Maybe that’s why it didn’t hurt as much
Even as the knife plunged deep into his chest
Flame (an acrostic poem)
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Sky (an acrostic poem)
Silently the sun crosses the deep blue expanse
Keeping the ground below bathed in its warm glow
Yet my fingers and toes don’t feel the love
Cinema (an acrostic poem)
Composing art through words and images
Inspiring imagination and thought through deep story telling
Nobody is falling asleep in the dark, too much emotion and adrenaline
Everyone is mesmerized by what is happening on the big screen
Many will watch it again at home, but that collective theater experience is special
Allowing for a brief moment a community zeitgeist that can be transformative
Kind (an acrostic poem)
Know deep down that it is okay to fail sometimes
It will happen, and all you can do is pick yourself up and go on
Need help doing so? Ask for it. No one is so good they don’t need help
Don’t beat yourself up about it, and share that same grace with others
Dance (an acrostic poem)
Deep bass notes punctuated the melody
Announcing it was time to get up
Nascent instincts awaken and bodies begins to move
Creating a kinetic ephemeral work of art
Even though some of the pieces need some tweaking
Dream (an acrostic poem)
Diving deep under the covers to embrace sleep
Racing into a realm of magic, wonder, and amazement
Engaging in a disastrous discussion with a pompous platypus
As the house of cards you built burns because you only had two pair…
Maybe you should have not eaten that peperoni pizza before going to bed
Dig (an acrostic poem)
Delving deep into the vowels of the earth
It made her happy with all the ease
Groans escaped from her girlfriend at the inhumane punnishment
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
Anchor (an acrostic poem)
Adrift in a sea of high emotions
No sunrise on the horizon to be found
Caution blew away with the high winds hours ago
Hearing the waves pounding on the rocks
Only thing he could safely do was ground himself against the current
Releasing the weight, he felt it plunge deep and hold, but for how long
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Rhythm (an acrostic poem)
Reaching down deep for the beat
You feel it leap through your body
The pulses making muscles ripple and contract
How can you not dance to its command?
Maybe because your feet can’t hear the …
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