Ironic

Paradoxes in my head,
come alive, to slowly spread,
chuckle at slow thoughts that tread,
as I lay in my own bed.

Susan Seymour, has a lisp,
given name, makes her tongue slip,
so afraid letters will trip,
shyness holds a solid grip.

Mister Cooper teaches math,
but has trouble counting cash,
numbers scramble in a flash,
still he follows passions path.

Counselors need counseling,
need to cut off troubled strings,
clients bring problems that cling,
releasing, helps their hearts bling.

Optometrist with poor sight,
blurred vision does not seem right,
closes eyes to see the light,
glasses turn things clear and bright.

Irony that tell a tale,
twists that turn within a scale,
uniqueness, carries details,
while creating distinct sails.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Originally Published on April 26, 2022 repurposed for Moonwashed Weekly Challenge January 16, 2024
Prompt – Uniqueness

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  1. I like this celebration of uniqueness here, and the irony you’ve depicted. I see this in my own life as a deaf guy for whom music was always so important (even now, songs constantly play in my head even though I’ve lost the ability to listen to music with my ears). Wonderful poetry as always, Grace. 🙂

    1. Thanks so much, Mike. They say music touches our soul, nice to know that these songs are still carried within you. Beautiful. Truly appreciate you, my friend. Have a wonderful evening.💕

  2. Wonderfully written and so relatable, Grace. Paradoxes are always intriguing thought provoking. And let’s not forget the cobbler that needs shoes or a trainer that needs a trainer. Not me of course.😹😹😹(ollie is my trainer)😹💓

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