Green (an acrostic poem)

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Growing a new future out of a cold wintery past

Reaching for the bright blue sky

Energy from the sun beating down on the newly born leaves

Enticing them to soak in all that they could

Nurturing them to express their vitality in a multitude of shades of…

Grain (an acrostic poem)

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Growing rows of amber waved in the hot wind

Reaching for one of the sheathes, she pulled the kernels free

And rubbed them against each other in her hands, freeing the seeds from their husks

It released a wonderful smell of summer turning toward fall

Nodding she walked back to the farmhouse.  Tomorrow they would harvest.

Stone (an acrostic conversation)

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“Some heavy rocks you’ve got there.”

“Thanks, I’ve been growing them all my life.”

“Okay… growing rocks? Never heard of that.”

“No kidding?  It’s all the rage.  Ever heard of Stonehenge?”

“Everyone has… Wait, now that makes sense!”

Whole (an acrostic poem)

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When the ground opened up, it swallowed the entire town.

How could such a thing happen without any warning?

Oh, and the hole kept getting bigger and bigger

Leaving an ever-growing scar across the landscape

Everyone was horrified as they turned the next page of Stephen King’s newest book

Data (an acrostic poem)

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Derived from imprecise measurements that approximate reality

Actively virtualizing senses that were beyond human capability

Taking all of that and growing graphical landscapes to frolic mentally therein

Allowing everyone their own perspective from which they can misinterpret everything

Vine (an acrostic poem)

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Varicose veins climbed his legs like a trellis

It had purple blossoms of bruises to give that bit extra artistic something

Nothing he did seemed to help with the aches and pains

Except the thought of even at his age something of beauty was still growing within

Distant (an acrostic conversation)

 

Don’t know how to tell you this.

If you don’t know how then just blurt it out like you usually do

See, we have been so close for so long

That’s an understatement.  We’ve been married for twenty-two years

And in all that time I feel we’ve been growing apart

Not this again.  What did you do this time?

That’s something I only would tell my friends

 

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