Spoon (an acrostic poem)

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She cuddled up to him under the covers

Pulling her body along his to get warm

Outside the wind blew and the cold rain fell

Outside the chaos of jobs and bills demanded attention and yet…

None of that mattered.  They were together in that moment

Knot (an acrostic poem)

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Knowing hands twisted and tied the thick cords with ease

Noting where the rope had begun to fray

Outside the wind began to howl, which he thought fitting

There was no better accompaniment when at the gallows

Cosy (a British acrostic poem)

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Cuddling underneath his fleece blankie he smiled

Outside the wind is shaking the windows wanting in

Sound of the crackling flames in the fireplace lull him almost to sleep

Yawning he shut off the TV.  He wanted to live in that moment forever.

Outpost (an acrostic poem)

Outside all was quiet except for that ever-present northern wind

Ugly clouds shouted that something bad was coming

That put Kristoff into an even more foul mood

Pulling duty in such a remote Nordic section of the kingdom was horrible

Observing his youth and career slowly blowing away in this wasteland was worse

So deep he was in his musings that he didn’t hear the twang of the released bowstring

The snow soon covered up the red stain

Dune (an acrostic poem)

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Dramatic undulations littered the moving landscape

Under the constant onslaught of sun and wind

Never the same from minute to minute

Entropy hard at work

Rust (an acrostic poem)

 

Ravages of time and oxidation scarred the urban landscape

Under that dilapidation lies the proud and the mighty

So many, now one with the dust below the decay above

The wind blows red.  The bleeding continues.

 

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Ocean (an acrostic poem)

On top of my boogie board

Care thrown to the wind as the wave breaks

Everything screams go as I start falling downward

And the wave carries me towards the awaiting shore

Now time to pick myself up and find my next ride

 

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Kilt (an acrostic poem)

Knees are not the only things left open to the wind

Iain strike a pose, daring the world to comment

Loving his Scottish roots

Tartan waving bravely in defiance

 

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Dust (an acrostic poem)

Dirt coated the remnants of civilization

Underneath the grime, the dead cars told a story

Silhouettes burned into the pavement eternally listened

The wind moaned at the ending

 

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Vast (an acrostic poem)

Viewing the horizon, you fall to your knees

All of that sand, ripples carved by the incessant wind

So much nothingness, and you feel despair

Throwing yourself onto your back you make a sand angel in a call for help

 

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