Fires roared through the house, consuming everything in their path
Leaving behind black charred remains of a lifetime together
All of those bits of the past turned to smoke as if an offering to a non-existent deity
Mumbling to himself, the former occupant of the home shuffled in his slippers down the street
Everyone would be worried about his dementia, but if he couldn’t have those memories, no one would.
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Fall (an acrostic poem)
Finding the remains of summer scattered upon the ground
As I walk along the shrinking daylight
Leaving the time of green behind
Looking toward the time of stark contrasts of dark and white
Flavor (an acrostic poem)
Finding the right words to say
Letting them linger on the tongue
And then hurling them onto the page
Viscous remnants of enlightening ideas
Obscuring their true deeper meaning
Removing all taste from the text
Explore (an acrostic poem)
Everything in this tomb reeked of antiquity
Xenon lamp in hand, Rachel peered closer to the relief
Pomegranates punctuated with palm fronds trialed to a sarcophagus
Lovingly she thought about her fame and how she kept this whole thing to herself
Oblivious to a small vibration that sent dust falling from the ceiling
Rachel went to leave, but the tunnel back was now blocked by a ton of stone
Eventually someone would find her remains there as well
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Pumpkin (an acrostic poem)
Pushing his horse to go faster, Jon peered through the fog
Under the full moon, the fog formed a concealing haze
Muttering under his breath, Jon was forced to slow down
Pelting his head on a branch wouldn’t be much better than getting caught
Killed was killed, no matter which way his head crumbled
It began to clear and Jon could see the old school house. He was almost home
Nathan found Jon’s remains mingled with those of an orange squash on the school’s wall
Clean (an acrostic poem)
Closing bags of memories
Letting go of mementos
Erasing that feeling of but if I need it later
Arranging the remains
Noticing how much more room there is in my space