Wise (an acrostic poem)

Words tumbled from his fingers and pooled upon the page

Irrigating the fertile ground allowing new thoughts to take root

Slowly those ideas grow tall and strong, awaiting harvest

Examining his crop, he began harvesting those who’s time had come and pruning the rest

Torqued (an acrostic poem)

Twisted thoughts tumbled from his lips

Outwardly he kept his face smooth and composed

Really on the inside, he was spinning in tight circles

Quitting the torrent of lies, he took a deep breath

Unsure his verbal torrent had convinced her of anything

Eventually, he decided to throw in the truth to see what that would do

Definitely hadn’t expected the truth to have such an impact

 

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