RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Opposite Of Everything - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Riding into the sunrise just because I am feeling contrary
today, not wanting to write the ordinary.
Sour grapes hanging in this mind, waiting for the right
moment to pounce on anything that comes along.
Wanting to do the opposite of everything in life, just
because I can.
Blind-siding people that come along at the right moment,
as I throw a curve, knocking them off balance.
Laughing, thinking it's funny, giving an unusual amount
of pleasure, being outside the box where I love to sit
and write, contrarily.
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