Contrast (an acrostic poem)

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Cold, cold logic sets fire to my imagination

Oblivious to the pain, I draw out tears of joy

Nothing can stop me but myself

That’s what makes creating so hard.  It’s destroying simple things

Reaching the basic elements and then building complex structures on them

Always digging deeper and climbing higher

Searching for the thing that is always with you

That is the war of the abstract and realism that defines me

Ladder (an acrostic poem)

 

Leaving the ground behind one step at a time

As I climb higher and higher into the sky

Don’t look down though

Don’t ever look down.  That my knees will knock

Eventually, I stop and wonder how high I have gone

Realizing I was only three rungs up.

 

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