Monks (an acrostic poem)

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Monastery life was not for him.

Orders were like frats in his book, and he had had enough of them in college.

Now instead of hazing, there were vows of silence and all these prayer times.

Knowing he would get three square meals a day made it all worthwhile, though.

So he signed on the dotted line.  Wait till they found out he was an atheist.

Silence (an acrostic poem)

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Soundlessly she moved through the hallway

If she was lucky, no one would see her either

Life as a ghost would be so much easier

Everyone would never see you, but the watery image you projected into the real world

Not that she wanted to give them even that.

Couldn’t they make her position remote and never have her speak to anyone?

Entering her classroom she pasted on a smile and said, “Good morning children.”

Lasts (an acrostic poem)

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Lacking his dialog cue, he marched in a circle

As he muttered incomprehensibly to himself

So it was surprising when he stopped and told everyone to shush

The silence stretched on forever.

So long that when he said his line the audience and cast gave him an ovation.

Push (an acrostic poem)

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People milled around the in-ground pool enjoying their cocktails

Until two voices dominated the soundscape with their disagreement

Suddenly silence crashed into existence

However the splashing soon followed

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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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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