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
Loud (an acrostic poem)
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Land (an acrostic poem)
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)
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)
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)
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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Snow (an acrostic poem)
I decided to do the Inktober Challenge in my own way. I am going to try to do an acrostic for each Inktober prompt. Hence the topic for today.
So the air took on a decisive chill
Now was the time to put away the mower and find the shovel
October wasn’t too early to prepare because who knew
When the white stuff would begin to fall
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Lies Hurt (an acrostic poem)
Little white ones are okay
If you don’t want to bruise their feelings, right?
Even if you should be honest, face it
So many more times they edge towards they gray
Here is the true balancing act
Until you find where the white gets dirty
Really you are golden
Then you finally cross that line, and you did, didn’t you?
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Winter Blessings (a 100 word story)
The snow continued to fall, covering the refuse of Gary’s life. He smiled at the cold whitewashing of his previous mistakes. It gave him a crisp clean perspective on his past. The sad thing was he knew soon the sun would come out and the blanket of white would melt away, allowing his warts to once again be in plain sight.
At least for now he could pretend there had been nothing wrong as he sipped his spiked hot chocolate in front of the fireplace. Spring can take its own sweet time. He was happy to be buried in blankness.
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