Yawn (an acrostic poem)

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You open your mouth wide open

And nothing but air and odd noises escape

Whisking away a contagious bit of tiredness and projecting it into the world

Never ending as it spreads, until one day the whole universe falls asleep

Feast (an acrostic poem)

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Focusing on the food was what gave him pleasure

Every morsel perfectly prepared and consummately seasoned

At the moment he could think of nothing better existing in the universe

So why was his stomach still an echo chamber of empty rumbles?

The fact the meal in question was just an old magazine spread and he had no money

Cosmic (an acrostic poem)

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Contemplating the universe

Observing how small of a speck this world is

Scattered among the multitude of galaxies

Moving farther and farther apart

It really opens one’s eyes for a moment

Contemplating you

Starlight (an acrostic poem)

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Stars send speeding photons flying through the nothingness

To land blissfully on my eyes as I look heavenward

Awestruck at the age of the light that graced me

Realizing a small chunk of ancient history

Looking at a place that might not exist anymore

It causes me to pause, wondering what I am casting into the void around me

Giving life to something that will outlast my stay in this universe

Hoping that someone will gaze upon that something and be inspired

To create their own light and cast it into the unknown

Strings (an acrostic conversation)

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Stuff like this yarn makes the entire universe.”

That is total bull and you know it!”

Really?  And what makes you such an expert, do you do physics?”

I know something much better than physics that tells me that’s a lie.”

Never going to believe you, but why don’t you tell me.”

Given that cats exist, and if the universe is made of yarn stuff, why haven’t cats unraveled everything?”

So you know what, you may be on to something.”

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

Wonder (an acrostic poem)

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Whimsical pondering about how everything works

Observing the universe and attempting to understand the underpinnings

Never being settled with almost right, but wanting perfect information

Determining how everything began, how it will end, and everything in between

Except perfect information is not available, so instead we guess and see how close we get

Remembering when we get things wrong it becomes a starting point for something new

Optics (an acrostic poem)

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Over the years, she realized her vision was deteriorating

Putting reading into the group of activities that were getting hard to do

That was a huge penalty to getting older

It made her mad at the universe for allowing this to happen, but to no avail

Collapsing her into a deep depression that echoed her depleting eyesight.

So it surprised everyone around her when she would not put on her damn glasses