Scintillating syllables!
Expressive to the max!
Every word that's spoken,
An enthusiastic blast!
Superlatives! Exuberance!
Positivity!
Contagious and addictive, too!
Complete, unbridled glee!
Prosecco, but in human form!
Glittered, sparkling fun!
Original! One of a kind!
Cannot be outdone!
But then there is the darker side
that is ferocity:
Biting, vicious, visceral
Intense, relentlessly.
For every virtue that we see,
A vice can lurk below
that matches the intensity -
A deadly undertow.
Both are true, authentic sides
of any person's soul.
But which one that's revealed to you
depends upon your role.
6/17/2026
The Words That Got to Me
"Prosecco, but in human form!" Perfection.
I love the way 2 words bring two completely different ways of looking at the world. One word became a person. The other became a warning. And both are equally valid, saying as much about the writer as they do about the word. I love this poem as it screams the word from the rooftops. We all know at least one person described in your poem, and the use of short lines, exclamation marks and the very rhythm are in themselves an embodiment of Effervesence.