This first one can also be seen on Writers digest in the forum https://www.writersdigest.com/prompts/abecedarian

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Abnormalities are the normal place for writers who

Began their path through experiences and stories.

Cars provide a private space to tell a story to yourself

Doing nothing but the composting of the writing process.

Eaters of experience we reach

Frankly for the reality of the world

Going inside our minds and stories to find the

Hero that can touch our heart and expand our world.

Indigo or blue we wonder as we debate our use of

Jargonistic phrases and obscure terms.

Kelp waves gently under the surface of the ocean like our stories.

Limbs on a tree reach for the sun and we see

Money and industry, life and lovers, history and future

Naively seeing the tree and all that happens under it like an

Orifice opening to show us glimpses of life with pains and

Paeans that ring out in our minds both loud and

Quiet in their passion.

Radicals and racists

Sadly showed their violence in those branches.

Tall in the night the tree remembers lovers sprawled

Under the sheltering canopy of leaves.

Vassals shared their meals under these branches.

Wind blew across teachers and students in the afternoon sun.

Xenophyles, we reach across the world through the leaves of a tree.

Yielding ourselves to the stories told in the wind and the bark we

Zone out of reality and into our pen.

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Around 6 am I leave my room and catch a

Bus rattling and jerking its passengers to their jobs and homes.

Casual observers see people bored and irritated

Deep in their own spaces, phones, needs, and fears.

Examination shows otherwise.

Friendships are made on the bus.

Groups share space each day of their lives.

Haphazard groupings linked by shared routs.

Individuals that know the daily habits and patterns of the others.

Just as they know idiosyncrasies and dreams of their bus rout companions.

Kindness to strangers vies with the need for distance in confined space.

Languid tourists join the groups in passing and roll luggage down the aisle.

Mild mannered introverts read or watch the city pass.

Noisy extroverts converse across the aisle and over the seats.

Obvious homeless clutch their possession and warily watch

People passing too close for their comfort.

Quickly passing stops keep the flow of conversation new and fresh.

Respect for personal space varies by need as the bus fills.

Strangers stand shoulder to shoulder and smile awkwardly.

Tense individuals try for isolated seats and physical barriers.

Unnecessary anger surges when paranoia threatens.

Very patient strangers step in to sooth or eject ruffled emotions.

Wide gaps of experience and lives interact in a tourist city bus.

Xylocarp smells waft from lotions, lunches, drinks, and grocery bags.

Yes, the bus is a microcosm of society interacting and living together.

Zonal interactions confined to a movable space within society.