Pick up an old poem

[champagne1982]

Dancing

You hurt me.

Only,
One I care for,
Could.

You hurt me,
So much.

I don't know.

What to do?

I wish you'd say.

What did I do,
To deserve this?

Anger.

How could I,
Make you so?

Upset.

I suppose.

That's part,
Of the dance.

I hate this dance.
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Seems we all have stick poems, mine's just moved over.

 

[Tzara]

Dancing

You hurt me.

Only,
One I care for,
Could.

You hurt me,
So much.

I don't know.

What to do?

I wish you'd say.

What did I do,
To deserve this?

Anger.

How could I,
Make you so?

Upset.

I suppose.

That's part,
Of the dance.

I hate this dance.
​

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Seems we all have stick poems, mine's just moved over.

That

one's
​

just

weird.
​

Please

don't
​

do

that
​

anymore.

​

 

[champagne1982]

That

one's
​

just

weird.
​

Please

don't
​

do

that
​

anymore.

​

I even had it posted that way here on lit. I needed it to be wrong.

 

[Tzara]

I even had it posted that way here on lit. I needed it to be wrong.

Y'know, I'm not sure that right-margined is wrong. Odd, maybe. Maybe don't work, but I am not sure that a simple "wrong" describes it.

Part of the problem here at L. is that my screen width is quite wide and things look really odd mashed up against the right-hand margin. For peoples whose screens are (ahem) less up to date, it may look very well.

Why HTML is not the formatting language of choice. PDF is way better.

Nice, uh, flower, by the way.

 

[unapologetic]

Can I play too?

I wasn't challenged, not being part of the 30 in 30 thread, but I wanna play.

I think I wrote this piece about fifteen years ago. It was an interesting idea, but I don't think I fleshed it out enough. Lower is the reworked version.

Religion

I wear my Judaism like
a fashionable dress.
Bringing it out when it suits me,
when it suits the subject being discussed.
But only when it’s convenient.

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By Nature

I’m a chameleon,
by nature and by heritage:
Native American, Hungarian,
Ashkenazi, Daughter
of the American Revolution.
Each feels the same,
a fashionable dress
kept in moth balls until
the time is right.
As a tool, a treat,
or even a punch line,
there’s nothing better –
except for being me.

 

[champagne1982]

Being challenged by AChild wasn't a requirement to post a reworked poem. Being challenged simply guaranteed my participation. I can't refuse a good one. It's worthwhile editing a dawg or two. You never know what may be inspired or what an edit could do to revitalize a less-than-terrific poem.

Thanks for sharing, everyone.