Nothing is Something Worth Doing
An inverse poem
Today was a total waste.
I can’t believe
Not a thing was achieved!
Hours slipped by in idle repose.
All I did was see the clouds move slow.
I slept with the flowers and watched the grass grow.
Today was lovely.
Tomorrow is better.
I can’t believe
In the moment(.)
I lost myself to pleasure
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Author’s Note: Now read this poem in reverse!
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E.K. Daniels
Writer, watercolorist, and regular at the restaurant at the end of the universe. Twitter @inkladen
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>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
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Oooo, those were two very distinct meanings! You nailed this challenge!