Laugh (an acrostic poem)

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Lifting those around her with the strength of her humor

Always trying to coax a smile and plant a seed of happiness

Understanding sometimes people need to cry

Giving them the space in those moments to finish watering their emotional crop

Helping eventually the next crop of the giggles to grow after that soaking

Chorus (an acrostic poem)

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Cacophony of voices raised

Harmoniously lifting the spirits of those around them

Obsessed with the space between the tones

Replicating structures of sound that evoke primal emotions

Unleashing a common experience

Sending that energy into the universe

Loose (an acrostic poem)

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Lefty kept hanging around Ryan

Orbiting without a reason, leaving Ryan

Ornery and wishing a comet would crash into Lefty

Sending Lefty into deep space

Eventually finding another person’s gravity well

Hovel (an acrostic poem)

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Home is home, but sometimes you just live in a place

Outside is allowed to get ragged, inside things are just left where they are

Vistas of unkept memories and mementos cast aside without a care

Eclipsing all hopes of doing something about it, to make it a livable space

Leaving you to wonder if it is just a condemned dwelling, or a wasted life

Ponder (an acrostic poem)

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Perhaps you should sit quietly and think about what if…

Or at least open your mind to the possibilities

Now that you see what is available, you can take action

Determine how to make the changes needed to get there

Everything action leading to the next, but…

Remember all that action stems from the moments of silence.

Blue (an acrostic poem)

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Being depressed on a day where light rains down from a robin’s egg sky

Leaves her wanting to curse up and down for feeling blah on such a perfect day

Ultimately, she goes to her safe space, puts on some B.B. King, and curls up in a ball

Enveloped in her azure blanket, she lets loose her own rain

Paint (an acrostic poem)

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Picking the right color is so important to create the correct atmosphere

A shade too dark and it puts people in a somber mood

If its too light they will feel not grounded in the space

Now if you go for a wild color, well that just causes people to go insane

That’s why the world believes in beige, and why I avoid it like the plague.

Jab (an acrostic poem)

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Jumping fists flying through the empty space

As breath explodes from her chest

Blow after blow on her imaginary opponent

Spiral (an acrostic poem)

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Spinning around and around in tighter and tighter circles

Putting my equilibrium into the fetal position

I try to stop, but the world is now spinning up as I slow down

Reaching for the floor, I miss

And fall into some space that I didn’t know existed

Living now the pinwheel life