Debris swirled in the breeze caused by the opening door
Uncovering a notebook long forgotten, if the amount of dirt inside the chamber.
She bent down to grab it, to unlock its secrets
The moment she touched it she turned to…
Dust (an acrostic poem)
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Subway (an acrostic poem)
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Submerged below tons of dirt and rock
Under the people scurrying like insects in metallic carcasses
Believers in mass transit meditated as their bodies gently swayed
Weaving their way through a complex anthill structure
And then regurgitated back up to the surface like zombies risen from the dead
Yearning for homes instead of brains
Ground (an acrostic poem)
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.”
Dive (an acrostic poem)
Dirt on the floor intermingled with peanut shells and spilled stale beer
It gave this old run-down bar a certain je ne sais quoi
Vacuuming up those plummeting through the floor of their lives
Enabling them a place to splash down while mumbling “Bottom’s up.”
Digger (an acrostic poem)
Dirt packed under his ragged fingernails
It was something he prided himself on
Grabbing the wrench he went back to work
Giving another shot at fixing the old backhoe
Even though the brand new one sat right next to it
Really didn’t want to let his dear friend go quite yet
Radio (an acrostic poem)
Rock ‘n roll blaring out the speakers
As her convertible rattled down the old dirt road
Determined to enjoy one of the last warm fall days they sang along
If her and her girlfriend were off key, they didn’t care
Only thing that mattered was what song was next
Tube (an acrostic poem)
The descent into the underground left Tyler feeling uneasy
Until now the journey had been theoretical, a nightmare that could happen
But now Tyler stood while overhead there was millions of pounds of dirt and rock
Everything would be all right. Just stay calm. But then the lights went out…
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Tears (an acrostic poem)
The drops of water slowly rolled down her face
Eventually falling to the dirt below
And yet neither her, nor that patch of earth, were quenched
Reality was that both needed more
She emptied herself trying though.
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Clean Up (an acrostic poem)
Confounded by all the dirt and grime
Leon threw down his mop and sunk to the floor
Eleven hours from now his mother would be visiting
And everything will be scrutinized for perfection
Now he knew that perfection wasn’t going to happen
Ursula swept into the apartment, but all she did was give Leon a hug
Pushing aside the dirt and grime of his worries and making his smile sparkle
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Soil (an acrostic poem)
Some earth is rich and brown, ready for life to spring forth
Obviously this wasn’t that. The war had across this dirt
It was ashen gray and crumbled in Jim’s hands
Looking at the ruined horizon, Jim knew he had to make it work, or else…
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