Optical (an acrostic poem)

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Overhead the clouds obscured the sun

Putting mute the prism’s ability to split light into colors

That didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy the thing

It allowed her to see shapes in mind-bending ways

Causing her to giggle with delight

And when the sun finally did come out…

Light was cleaved into a rainbow, and she got to be a leprechaun.  Now where was that gold?

Bang (an acrostic poem)

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Beginning was so tiny that they called it big

And the sound that could not be there, a shot heard throughout the universe

Now we are the echoes of that cosmic starter’s pistol

Giving chase to the ever-fading light

Noodle (an acrostic poem)

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Needing to think, he began to walk

Oblivious to his surroundings, focused on the problem at hand

Only issue was that the lack of focus on location added to the conundrum

Deliberating and musing everything over and over again

Left him standing on the train tracks not noticing the train when he finally solved it

Even as the light faded from his eyes, he smiled knowing how many lashes it would take with a wet…

Dated (an acrostic poem)

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Didn’t believe it would ever come to this

As if time was the greatest jerk of all the jerkiest jerks

The muscle pains, the worsening eyesight, the fading memory

Everything might not be that bad, if looked at in the right light, but…

Despite trying to remain hip, all my pop culture references are now flat and …

Charge (an acrostic poem)

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Currents in the air made the hairs on her arms stand. She looked up at the figure she knelt in front of

He placed his hands on her head and she felt an electric jolt.

Arise and know that you are now in my service, he said.

Reaching for her sword, he pulled it out of its sheath and sliced open his palm, spilling his blood.

Giving the bloodied blade to her, he finished, “Now go forth and avenge me and my family.”

Everything went white and when the light faded, the woman found herself in the graveyard, alone. 

Roots (an acrostic poem)

Reaching down, she scooped up a handful of the deep dark soil
Old smells of peat and fertilizer mingled with aromas of earth and moisture
Overhead, the sun poured light down, saturating the field
The seeds there were snuggling underneath their cozy brown blanket
So many people wondered why she chose to be a farmer, but this was where she had her…

Ugly (an acrostic poem)

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Under the harsh bathroom light, he looked hideous.

Going on this date was such a bad idea.

Leaving her alone would be better than returning to their table, wouldn’t it?

Yet when they left the restaurant she held his hand, and he wondered why.

Color (an acrostic poem)

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Couldn’t tell the difference between red and blue

Or blue and green for that matter

Looking at everything in grayscale made paint choices easier

Only paying attention to lights and darks

Reaching for his brush he channeled his inner M. C. Escher

Fog (an acrostic poem)

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Focus was impossible in his current cerebral state

Obscuring mental mists drifted along his eerily muffled mind

Giving up he went to bed hoping the dawning sun would burn off the gloomy gray