Bistro (an acrostic poem)

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Being as hungry as he was, he sat with the menu pondering his options.

It was always tempting to just say, “I’ll have one of everything.”

Silly as that thought was…

Though maybe today was the day to do it.

Really, he had the funds for a once-in-a-lifetime splurge, and this was the right place.

Ordering it all, he made friends sharing all the tapas.

Pulse (an acrostic poem)

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Palpitations made him stop in his tracks

Until his heart began to beat normally

Listening, he could hear others fleeing to the north

So he continued fleeing eastward and hoped his pursuers would go in that direction

Except hope was extinguished when a slug ripped through his chest

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

Crayon (an acrostic poem)

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Crayola’s yellow box made his eyes go wide.

Realizing all one hundred twenty colors inside were his to work with.

And that thought had him wondering what he should color first.

Yukon forests?  Dragons breathing fire on a horde of gold? Something from the Matrix?

Of course, he could let his imagination run wild and do something totally out of the box.

Next moment he was using a heat gun to make a three-dimensional sunset!

Tale (an acrostic poem)

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Telling a yarn or two sitting around the flickering campfire made Tom happy

As the smoke rose, his words wove an ethereal medium that morphed into great battles and lover’s trysts

Leaving those that heard, speechless, filled with awe, and desperate to experience more

Eventually, the smoke faded away, and with it, Tom. 

Curse (an acrostic poem)

Can’t believe just because I decided to have a bit of fun with this Russian chick that I’m now here

Under the full moon we made out for a while, and everything was cool till she invited me to her place

Really should have said no, but she was like too hot, so I went to her house

So that’s when it got really weird.  Her house had feet.  Chicken feet! I told her she was too freaky for me

Everything happened so quickly.  She took offense, and needless to say, now I’m the one with damn chicken feet!

Drain (an acrostic poem)

Didn’t have any time to recharge, so down went another bottle of caffeine and sugar

Really, sleep was in order, demanded even, but she ignored it

As she had too much to do and way too little time to get it all done

It would have made her cry, except after fifteen years of doing this, this was normal

Now if she had only believed her mother before she had become a mother herself…

Wisp (an acrostic poem)

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Watching the spirits dance in the moonlight while nursing her new bruises

It made her want to run out there and join them.

She knew she shouldn’t.  She knew what would happen.  She would never come back.

Pushing off her back step she decided it was better than the alternative.