Your name drips heavy irony:
joyful, playful, desirable.
Was that a youthful you
I never knew?
What carved through
who you were meant to be
and left such an antipode
behind?
Your name drips heavy irony:
joyful, playful, desirable.
Was that a youthful you
I never knew?
What carved through
who you were meant to be
and left such an antipode
behind?
Any poem that makes use of the work “antipode” is amazing! 🙂
(Aaack – *word* – aack!)
lol I just wished it was said rhyming with ‘toady’ instead of ‘toad,’ but you can’t have everything. 😉
❤ forever digging your distilled dissonant sonance
Thanks, Irenics!
Excellent poem!
Thank you.
You are welcome.
Amazing 👌