I sat with a standing ovation
And clapped between my thoughts
The darkness was a blinding light
And everything that was was not
The play was a ridiculous notion
Serious beyond compare
The lead had the shortest cut
With the longest hair
The love interest bemoaned and wailed
With tears of joy in her eyes
As if she was unaffected
By her utter surprise
This play was written upside down
And read downside up
When I walked out into the autumn morning
Spring started rightside up
I wandered aimlessly
With purpose in every step
I forgot what I wanted to write about
But remembered how it went
So I wrote it without applause between my thoughts
As a crowd roared between each ear
So I can tell you that it started there
Yet it also began here
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To make up for my absence, I have written two poems for the day. This one came from my writer’s group, with the prompt “write a poem/story in which everything is opposite”. I drew inspiration from The Dying Fisherman’s Song and decided to write a slightly whimsical poem about an audience member observing an extreme comedy of errors. Excuse the strange cadence, for writing opposites and rhyming is much more difficult than it appears to be. I have much more respect for Lewis Carroll after attempting this.
