Wine (an acrostic poem)

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White Zinfandel sparkled in the glow of the fire

Its hints of sour apple and honey played with

Notes of pine and citrus. The calming taste helped with her stress level

Especially needed since she was watching her house burn

Pale (an acrostic poem)

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Perhaps he was a vampire

As that would explain his white, almost translucent complexion

Loved the sun, but always had to be covered from head to toe

Even moonlight seemed to burn

Snow (an acrostic poem)

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So much of the white stuff littered the ground that

No trace of anything else was in view

Obscuring the need to go anywhere else

While consuming hours moving it from one place to another

Loud (an acrostic poem)

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Living life with the volume cranked to eleven

Obliterating reality around him

Until it is all just white noise in the background

Determined that his echo will be heard long after he was gone

Land (an acrostic poem)

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Lifting a scoop of earth.

And smelling the damp dark soil.

Nothing Is quite like it in the world.  It recharges the soul.

Doing the same with this white stuff? Yeah, not that.

Flare (an acrostic poem)

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Flames leapt from the cylinder illuminating the darkness

Leaving Charlene blinded as she stood still among the dancing white flakes

All she could think about in that moment was the story of the little match girl

Realizing that she was going to reprise the main lead role unless there was a Christmas miracle

Every year after, Charlene would leave out a hot toddy and peanut butter cookies because… well they were his favorite

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.

Fall (an acrostic poem)

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Finding the remains of summer scattered upon the ground

As I walk along the shrinking daylight

Leaving the time of green behind

Looking toward the time of stark contrasts of dark and white

Bridge (an acrostic poem)

 

Being so far apart just doesn’t feel right

Raging emotions flow like white water between us

It makes the divide seem so daunting

Discourse allows us to begin to build a way from both sides

Greeting each other on firmer neutral ground in the middle

Enabling us to have an honest discussion letting the turbulent water flow under the…

 

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Color (an acrostic poem)

Can’t see black and white

Or the subtle shades of gray

Look close at that rainbow

Orderly and vibrant

Resplendent in nuance

 

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