Passion (an acrostic poem)

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Putting the focused energy of emotion into the “thing”

And feeling like even if it doesn’t work, well you are still one step closer

Such that you recognize that the wall exists

So you can dig under it, climb over it, blow it up, make a tunnel through

If you don’t have that focus, that wall hurts to run into

Once, twice you will run into it and then wander off because it is too much

Never finding out what is on the other side

Dig Deep (an acrostic poem)

Down and out is not in her vocabulary.

If anything, it just means get your hands dirty,

Get up, and swing for the fences.

 

Determined to rise like the phoenix of old,

Even if every part of her soul screamed in pain

Even after getting kicked back down again and again

Pushing past that finish line proved she had it within her

 

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Treasure (an acrostic poem)

The sand blew across the beach, stinging Ray’s face

Roaring waves ran themselves onto the shore

Everything screamed pirate to him

And to think the chest could be buried right below his feet

So many years ago his grandfather had hinted about this very place

Under the tropical sun, Ray was finally ready to prove the old man right

Reaching for his shovel he began to dig, looking for the possible riches

Eventually Grandpa laughed, picking Ray up and carrying him into the surf

 

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Ashes to Ashes (a 100 word story)

The ashes drifted down from the sky, covering everything for miles.  Those ashes were people’s lives and memories, and he was there to stop more people’s memories from clogging the landscape.

Davis picked up his shovel and began to dig once again.  While the task was physically and mentally grueling, he kept thinking how good it would feel to wash off those memories when the job was done and the fire was contained.   But for now it was him and his shovel, and he wasn’t going to let those people down.

Memories are precious and shouldn’t go up in smoke.

 

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