Formless gray extended in all directions
Obsficating everything, and making it all seem alien
Going back to the previous room, she tried to remember why she had gone there. Got to love brain…
Fog (an acrostic poem)
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Hollow (an acrostic poem)
He was sick of feeling empty inside
Only self-pity seemed to fill the void, and he knew that wasn’t healthy
Looking out over the storm-tossed ocean waves, he wondered what to do
Love felt so far away, somewhere out there past the emotional gray horizon
Of course, even if he got out there it might not help
Walking away from the water, he tried to convince himself that being full wouldn’t feel all that great
Meal (an acrostic poem)
Making food always made him feel both happy and sad.
Every morsel that left his kitchen was a love note to those who ordered it.
A loving response was an empty plate that came back, ready to be cleaned for a new missive.
Leaving food on the plate meant rejection and left him wondering what went wrong.
Drape (an acrostic conversation)
“Do you prefer blinds or shades?”
“Really it’s a toss-up, though my cats prefer blinds”
“Ah, I see. Is it because they love to peer through the slats?”
“People like to think that. No, it’s because they like to break off the ends”
“Entropy and gravity. The study of feline physicists everywhere.”
Tide (an acrostic poem)
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
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.
Never Short On Words 