Flame (an acrostic poem)

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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.

Shoes (an acrostic poem)

Slipping out of her comfy slippers

Heaving open the front door, she slipped outside.

Onto the rain puddle filled mud slick path

Every nook and cranny of her feet were soon one with the earth

Still beat wearing those damned high heels!!!

 

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