Today I wrote poems with my son. He wrote a poem based on Neruda's Book of Questions. He also wrote an acrostic about Super Mario. I tried to write an acrostic, but that impulse died quickly.
I AM
NOT AN ACROSTIC
Sometimes
humble but always dragon
occasionally out of range
taller
than that Braver
than this
pounding
pavement into
perpetuity
fan of
heat Sometimes
celebrate
good times
trash
talking the fountain of
youth
straight
jeering the night peters
out along
with my
resolve to
self-improve Quite
shocking when I
open my mouth
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