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. 

Perfume (an acrostic poem)

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Putting globules of memories into the air

Enabling the scent of the past to permeate the world

Rose and citrus mixed with grandma and the lake

Funny how smell is the sense that triggers all this

Urging us to remember

Molding the moment into something nostalgic

Except when it causes us to sneeze

Red (an acrostic poem)

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Ruddy eyes peering at the monitor without understanding

Everything inside his head was going up in flames

Destroying his rosé wine high

Ominous (an acrostic poem)

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Outside, the darkness was pierced by the full moon

Making the fallen leaves look hauntingly surreal

It was then we she heard the sound of something approaching

Nearer it got, the faster it seemed to be moving, the louder it became, the harder her heart beat

Old primal fears rose from the depths of her hindbrain.  She began to flee the sound

Undulating ground eventually caught her foot causing her to sprawl to the ground

Still, the sounds were getting closer, faster, louder.

Rose (an acrostic poem)

Removing the petals, one by one

Oh how the flower sheds its beauty

Soon he clutches just the thorny stem

Eventually, the bleeding will stop, but the hurting…

 

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Thorn (an acrostic poem)

The rose bit Olivia’s finger, releasing a single scarlet drop

Hendrik felt horrible.  She was the love of his life and he had caused her pain

Olivia sucked at her wound with a small pout on her face

Realizing he needed to do something, he leaned forward to seal it with a kiss

Never seeing the rose as she smashed it into his face

 

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