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.
Mail (an acrostic poem)
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Ground (an acrostic poem)
Gripping the dirt like he was afraid to fall into the sky
Really it was his muscles clenching all at once
Outside the thunder rumbled, marking sonically where he had been zapped
Under those angry clouds, the smell of ozone persisted
Not that the people with the ski masks on noticed. They were too busy trying to flee, but they
Didn’t have time because Thor stood back up and smiled. “Now it’s my turn.”
Tired (an acrostic poem)
Time to go to bed.
It’s been a long and trying day.
Ready for the sun to rise, marking a new beginning,
Except I still need to get these three things done.
Do I have to do them tonight or can it wait till tomorrow?
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