Tribe (an acrostic poem)

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They were always looking for a place to settle down in

Running was so tiring, and the souls of their shoes were getting holey

It would start with that awkward silence that announced the countdown to launch

But this time there was no moment of quiet in the cacophony of laughter

Everyone deserves to find where their weird is the normal, and that’s how they knew they found their people, their…

Speech (an acrostic conversation)

 

Silence is becoming of you

Please!  You’re just trying to be a kerfuffle!

Even now do you hear how you talk?

Evidently, but what if I don’t give an aardvark’s nose about that?

Can you even explain what that’s supposed to mean?

Have you flummoxed with that one, aren’t ya?  See, I speak good!

 

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Tell (an acrostic poem)

The story rang across the countryside

Everyone was soon discussing what had happened

Leaving the two parties that were at the heart of the tale fuming

Looking for who broke the silence

 

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Bells (an acrostic poem)

Bronze flashing, ringing, singing

Enveloping the spirits of those around

Loud bashing to soft banter

Layering music, hope, and joy

Shattering the silence

 

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Writer’s Block (an acrostic poem)

***  In honor of those joining me in Nanowrimo as well as authors everywhere ***

 

When the walls begin to surround you

Reigning in your creativity

It might make you feel claustrophobic

The words stop flowing

Every syllable a struggle

Rendering the process to a halt

Silence becomes the norm

 

But there is always hope

Look for the sledgehammer in your toolkit

Or maybe even some explosives

Completely shoot everything you have at it

Killing the silence and allowing the words to flow once more

Silence (a 100 word story)

The Silence snuck up on Deidre, and before she knew it, she was in its clutches.  She tried to speak up, but no one could hear her.  She tried to get anyone’s attention about her problem, but no one noticed.  No one seemed to care why the Silence picked her.

Years later she finally broke through, finding her voice once again.  By then no one wanted to believe what happened to her that had caused Silence to so viciously destroy her ability to communicate what had happened.

The Silence had won again and moved on to find its next victim.

 

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Cherish (an acrostic poem)

Cute glass penguins littered Marc’s desk and shelves

He was always fondling the damn things

Even when he was chewing out his employees, like right now

Richard thought about grabbing them all and yelling “Opa!” as he smashed them

It would be such cathartic jubilee

Still he sat there and took all of Marc’s abuse in silence

He knew where the janitor kept her keys.  Tonight he would celebrate!

Noise (an acrostic poem)

Never completely missing

Obscuring the surroundings

It creeps up on consciousness

Scarring attention spans

Ever fearful of the silence

 

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Laugh (an acrostic poem)

Lisa watched the kitten stalking the piece of paper that finalized her divorce

As soon as the kitten tried to pounce, a gust of wind helped its prey escape

Unable to help help herself, Lisa guffawed

Glaring at her, the kitten sat and began to clean itself in indignant silence

Happy to give the kitten its moment, Lisa skipped her way back inside the house.

A Wave of Silence

A quiet seemed to flow through the open windows, flooding the house in a tide of silence.  The lack of sound deafened me and I wanted to scream, but as I opened my mouth the silence poured in, threatening to drown me.  I made my way upstairs, trying to climb out of the quiet, but it swirled up with me.  I closed the door to my bedroom and turned on the TV, but was met with a picture with closed captioning.  The silence was already there, mocking me.  It was daring me to try to make a sound.  It was daring me to invite sound over.  The silence screamed that if a sound came in that it would kick its backside back to where sound came from.  I then knew that I had no chance to hear anything again.  I started to cry, sobbing silently, watching as the tears fell wordlessly to the floor, never to be heard again.