Contronym

 

Day Ten

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If I'm original,

I'm both authentically traditional,

and

uniquely unusual,

I'm juxtapositional.

When I'm fast, I'm quick,

Never last - arithmetic - clickety-click,

Or

I'm ruddy and mortared as a brick,

Motionless in mud, I stick.

I overlook the landscape of my life,

Scrutinizing every love lost,

Each memory of missed opportunity,

Also,

Wait, what did I miss?

The way ambivalence,

Feels malevolent, a lowering

Apathy amidst the opposites,

When,

For years I could not spell necessary.

To ravel is both to separate and tangle,

The way,

Affairs of love incline to mingle-mangle,

To cleave is to cling or split apart,

It's what we do to a heart.