I love coffee, therefore, I love this poem! But in all seriousness, the rhythm and rhyme in this piece are flawless, flowing smoothly like a river. The words are full of vivid imagery. I can just clearly picture you offering an elixir to life, optimism, clear thinking, objectivity and acceptance. And even though there is no description to depict the taste of it, I can feel the taste in my mouth and how my heart races to start the day with positivity and productivity and how my soul is inspired to do good and to create. Wonderful work!
Kicking and screaming cradle to the grave. How I wish I felt magnanimously gregarious aimed optimism. And yet I must stand next to the person standing next to me, not carry on right through them. What I wouldn't give for another oxymoronic paradox solved. Chicanery dynamism's fealty incarnate. And yet I'm really mad that I'm mad, I wanna be good so bad, as your post so eloquently reminded me. Fortunately for me, though dexterities preen is somewhat diabolically maniacal, I'm a firm believer in nimbus nimiety nihilism's congruity and feel I can tackle most of this with the distance between us. However it's not quite the same equation when we touch especially when we love. It becomes like the submissions of indentured servant sails. But what is that on the splurg-ness spry armed sporadic sprawl, spurious staunch succinct stymy tacit, irate tirade treatise and vehement escapade tedium. It positively makes me feel like the noon rune coon on it duel, while she looks like the haloed harlet in the midnight moonlight. Did I mention I wanna be good so bad!!!!!!!! So much for an ambrosia libation. Like so many horse feathers, metaphysical mystique's evolutionally metamorphic futurity fatidic, and she says "venerable divinatory deity deify veneration, delineate demagoguery ecstasy, agonist agog." Inane inert inertia innate.
Submission Name: Elixir
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