The Paradox of Life

I seem to be putting up all poetry first, so I guess I'll just continue with that brand-new, one-person tradition. (Or maybe I'll just sit here thinking about how weird and confusing that first sentence was. No, I think I'll move on.)
This particular poem was my first (and to date, only) attempt at rhyme. As a result it turned out rather cliched and silly sounding. It's definitely not one of my better pieces. But I somehow enjoyed it despite its many deficiencies (and being stuck for two days on one word). So go ahead, read it. Laugh at it. I don't mind. (I smirk at it, too!)


Light shines the brightest when the world is dark.
Love binds the strongest when surrounded by hate.
Flowers smell the sweetest when furthest from the park.
Heat burns the warmest when touched to the coldest state.
The earth that is parched most needs the rain.
The greatest of joys is tempered by pain.
This is the paradox of life.


So there it is. Or at least what it turned out to be. Not quite what I envisioned (should have been way longer for one), but that's usually how my writing works. I have an idea. I attempt to put said idea onto paper. I forget where I was going because I thought of something else. I pursue said something else. Repeat process until End is abruptly achieved. Final result: rather strange (but usually quite unique) combination of ideas all mashed into one. And so it goes.

This particular mishmash of thoughts and theories originated in a little internet cabana in Ecuador. While the leader of the group was busy checking email and posting on our trip's blog (things that were rare treats for him on that journey, and therefore always jumped upon when the opportunity might present itself), myself and three others needed to find a way to engage our surroundings to lighten the wait. (And yes, that was indeed a very bad pun. Tough.) My own remedy was to sit down and right something. And so I did. At least most of it. I got stuck on a word and had to finish it two days later when I had another chance to write. But that's the paradox of life.

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