Kite (an acrostic poem)


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Know how to fly, little one?

It involves string, cloth, structure, and magic

The first three are needed to make the object

Eventually the last is provided by the young ones watching it soar

West (an acrostic poem)

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Watching the sun make its escape as it sinks beneath the horizon

Everything becomes more magical in that twilight moment

Snippets and whispers of other realms peek from beyond the veil

That opportunity sets as darkness brings down the curtain

New (an acrostic poem)

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Ned thought he had been doing better as of late with trying different experiences

Extra things that his old self would have never even thought of trying

Watching the ground accelerate towards him made him reconsider that decision

Panda (an acrostic poem)

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Perhaps the big black and white guy didn’t know kung fu

Allison didn’t really care

Nothing made her heart happier than watching him play

Down among the well-chewed bamboo

All the scene needed was a tiger…  On second thought, maybe not.

Dice (an acrostic poem)

 

Down to my last chance, I offer a prayer to the lukewarm plastic cubes

I then release them to bound across the table, watching them unleash their chaos

Cartwheeling and spinning among all the possibilities and futures

Eventually coming to rest as tombstones on my luck’s grave

 

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Sweat (an acrostic poem)

 

So much water was pouring out of her body

Watching it rain upon the ground on this sunny day was fascinating

Every piece of her clothing was supersaturated

And she felt like she was swimming in her own juices

That all doubled her feeling of being a badass after that workout

 

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Wait (an acrostic poem)

Watching time crawl slowly past

And wondering why you are not here

It drives me crazy as I count the seconds

To when I can join you in heaven

 

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Snowday (an acrostic poem)

Shivering, watching the ice crystals dance

No way I was going outside in that

Ordinarily, the precipitation wouldn’t be that bad

What was bad was the bundled cold with it

Deathly wind chill well below what was safe

And so I will sit here by the fire

Yet I know soon the white stuff will need to be shoveled

 

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