Mast (an acrostic poem)

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Majestic wooden boats used to sail the seven seas in search of adventure and money

And of those two, money was the more important

So when the age of steam dawned on technology’s horizon, those great ships could see their time sunsetting

That’s when the magic died and shipping became not an adventure, but a commodity, a rich one.

Kite (an acrostic poem)

 

Knowing how to fly wasn’t the hard part

It was when you attached a large sail of cloth to your back

Then stood at the top of a cliff and took that first step

Everything from there was just physics

 

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The Tides Have Turned (a 100 word story)

I captured my true love’s heart playing among the ocean’s surf.  I was overjoyed, yet saddened at the same time.  She means so much to me, but I had wanted solitude at that moment.

I had left her last week, hoping the pain of our breakup would begin to dull.  Alas, here among those playful waves she worked her way back into my life.  Because of my devotion to her, she and I will go sailing far over the horizon together again.

This time I’ll make sure her waterlogged corpse doesn’t get loose and wash up on the beach again.

 

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