Spirit (an acrostic poem)

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She looked into the night sky and pondered her place.

Perhaps she was just a gathering of dust on a rocky mote flying through emptiness.

It made her feel small and insignificant,

Refuse of exploded suns long since forgotten in the cosmic background.

If that was it, well, that was still pretty cool.

The fact that her ancestors were ancient suns lightened her soul, and her smile lit up the night.

Over (an acrostic poem)

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On top of all things, Macy waited

Verifying that everyone in her domain was doing what she desired

Everyone today seemed to be listening to her wishes

Reaching our with one paw, she batted at the dust to demonstrate her approval

Rust (an acrostic poem)

 

Ravages of time and oxidation scarred the urban landscape

Under that dilapidation lies the proud and the mighty

So many, now one with the dust below the decay above

The wind blows red.  The bleeding continues.

 

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Dome (an acrostic poem)

 

Dim stars twinkled from far overhead

Overwhelming ancient history is written in those heavens

Mary contemplated how her short existence fit in all of that

Eventually, she embraced her cousins since they were all made of the dust of creation

 

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Restart (an acrostic poem)

Rust crumbled from the ’57 Chevy

Eroding the metal shell

Slowly stealing away the car’s soul

Transforming into reddish-brown dust

Alex scooped up some of the oxidized metal

Rubbing her hands on her leather apron she headed to the forge

The idea of melting it down and recasting it seemed fitting

 

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Explore (an acrostic poem)

Everything in this tomb reeked of antiquity

Xenon lamp in hand, Rachel peered closer to the relief

Pomegranates punctuated with palm fronds trialed to a sarcophagus

Lovingly she thought about her fame and how she kept this whole thing to herself

Oblivious to a small vibration that sent dust falling from the ceiling

Rachel went to leave, but the tunnel back was now blocked by a ton of stone

Eventually someone would find her remains there as well

 

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