NaPoWriMo Day 19

Good Morning and welcome to day nineteen of NaPoWriMo. Opposite Day!

Everything Brown is Worn

Natureâ€™s last green is brown
Her easiest hue to strike down
Her late leaf drops in sorrow
Longing for the morrow
Then leaf subsides to ash
So Eden rose too brash
So night gives up to morn
Everything brown is worn

Nothing Gold Can Stay
Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â By: Robert Frost

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Do you remember â€œOpposite Dayâ€? When I was growing up, this was an irregularly declared day (usually Wednesdays, as I recall, but not every Wednesday) in which statements were supposed to mean the opposite of what they usually do. Today I challenge you to take a poem that already exists (it could be one of your own), and rewrite it so that each line is the opposite of the original. Poems with strong declarative sentences and clear images are good candidates for this exercise.