These times she felt like she was being washed out to sea
It caused her to panic and thrash erratically
Diving in, her wife swam out to meet and support her
Emerging from the ocean of troubles she dried her off with her love
Tide (an acrostic poem)
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Album (an acrostic poem)
A collection of things that mean so much to the curator
Love wrapped in plastic and placed in a binder
Building the history of a lifetime one photo at a time
Until it is placed away on a shelf where it awaits the proper time
Meaning the time to pull it out when her first boyfriend visits
Brain (an acrostic poem)
Beating up her heart with blows of pure logic
Reality was there was no chance this was really love
Almost certainly it was just hormones and nothing more
It was a waste of time, and her resources were better used studying
Not that she could think of anything but the taste of his lips…
Glue (an acrostic poem)
Given how attached he was to her, how he loved her
Letting her go never entered his mind. He wanted to be with her at all times
Under that notion, he physically stuck himself to her
Eventually, his mommy got the cat away from him, but not after lots of scratches. Love was hard.
Detail (an acrostic poem)
Determined to examine the nuances of the letter
Every word, space, and paragraph were dissected
To ascertain the possible meanings, both implicit and implied
And at the end of it all
It came down to only one thing
Love
Mail (an acrostic poem)
Marking a real piece of paper with her thoughts and fears
And sending it to her love, who was across the sea
It took so long for it to get him
Letting the seed of hope she planted inside those words time to grow.
Quit (an acrostic poem)
Questing for the impossible
Unlocking her love and admiration
It eventually became apparent he was tilting at windmills
That’s when he gave up and put away his armor, and then she finally noticed him
Collide (an acrostic poem)
Coming violently together was their usual M.O.
Obliterating everyone and everything around them with such a release of energy
Love contains almost limitless potential energy waiting to be continuously released, but…
Lust was a poor substitute with so many limits
It would be expended so quickly in a blink of an eye
Deforming each of their spirits, leaving permanent dents therein
Eventually becoming as cold as the void that remained.
Farmer (an acrostic poem)
Focusing on giving to the earth
Allowing one to receive many fold more in return
Relying on the rhythms of the weather
Memorizing the song of rain and sun, growth and decay
Everything a relationship with the soil and the sky
Results in a labor of love
Skill (an acrostic conversation)
“So cool that you know how to play the guitar.”
“Kind of you to say, but I’m the drummer, remember?”
“I know. That’s why we supposedly brought you into the band.”
“Let me get this straight., were you being sarcastic?”
“Lots of love, dude, but call us back when you can count to four.”
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