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well alright. today? i actually did my homework! i am kinda proud of me in that. not that i don't do my homework. cause i do. sometimes. usually. the day of. but more importantly, i accomplished something major. I MEAN MAJOR.

so, in poetry, we have 10 different workshops to write. this one's number eight, and it's supposed to be "wordplay." whatever that means. that is, to say, it's supposed to be puns, spoonerisms, malapropisms, etc. basically you taking on the english language. which i'm cool with, especially after all the trouble i've had learning grammar in french.

i set out to do something completely insane. look up "contronyms" on your google. you'll get a couple of websites about words that have their antonym AS ITSELF. examples include "cleave," which means both to adhere to and to separate from; "left" as in to leave or what remains; "bolt" and "fast" which both have to do with leaving and with standing still. are we clear here? good.

i just wrote an entire poem of contronyms. not only that, but i also used the words in both senses of the word, which technically doesn't count as repetition. not only that, but i also wrote it to look like the letter Y in honor of the word "cleave"... which was the only contronym i could remember when i first set out to do this. why does it look like a Y? because the first half of the poem can be read across the whole line (despite the space in between), but each half of the line can stand on its own. not until it reaches the join do you actually have to read the line straight across. AMBITIOUS, I KNOW.

so. i? did it. it took me most of the afternoon, but it's glorious!

Discursive
This is my final apology: ................................... I cleaved from my parents,
I sought to consult the wise, .............................. Screening my inner motives,
As if their words could fix ............................. My need for a life on a grade…
This lack of ability to stand fast… ................. So I gave it all up and left home.
With their oversight, I saw myself ................. Skinned of the protections offered,
Weathering the storm of peer pressure ............. Unbending in the face of oppression,
Slow through these raveled problems ............ Until all that was open to do was bolt.
Quite torn between quests, it became transparent what I must do.
Now, bolted here with this slow raveling,
Staying unbent, even as pressure weathers me,
Skinning myself in protection and not oversights…
When home is all that’s left, straining fast along
This steeply graded life that right words could fix…
I’m screening my motives to wisely consult…
I choose to cleave to my parents and I don’t apologize.

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