Journey (an acrostic poem)

Jamming on her brakes, Salama looked to her left where she saw whitewater far below

Oddly the sound reminded her of the ocean, but more chaotic, capturing the wildness it passed through

Under normal circumstances, she would want to continue the climb to the top

Reality the water called to her spirit so she began to descend

Navigating downward on tree roots and small rock outcrops she got closer to her goal

Eventually dipping her toes into that white foam and the crisp water underneath.

Yet that water was too cold to do more, so she climbed back up with a satisfied grin

 

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Glass (an acrostic poem)

Going to shatter expectations

Looking through the possibilities

As if they were bubbles of beer foam

Smashing them back and feeling the hoppy burn

Soon it helped bring things into focus

 

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