my little poem
isn’t much to look at
but maybe something nice
will happen when
you read it
or if not
maybe the next person
will have better luck
with it
or maybe
in an effort to please
more people it will become
more expansive or even
flirtatious
or maybe
in a flash of dawning
insecurity, it will start coming on
too strong, overcompensating
for its imagined lack of
substance
or maybe
with this creeping paranoia
it will start rambling incoherently
like it invariably does
when it gets
nervous
or maybe
it should just relax
and try not to worry, like the people
who never seem to worry are always
advising, like that’s so
easy to do
or maybe…
maybe it starts to see
its readers as the unreasonable ones
maybe they’re the ones who don’t get it
maybe they’re like powerful literati sneering
at the little poem that doesn’t seem to say much
intellectuals who over-think everything and
miss the shear beauty of its
simplicity and its
elegance
or, maybe it
should just quietly
see itself out, before it’s
too late, before it breaks an expensive
vase, or spills red wine on something white
absorbent, and valuable and completely
ruins what little remains
of its rapidly diminishing
reputation
I like this Little Poem.
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it tried so hard!
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And succeeded.
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too late – it is already beyond flirtatious…
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it has definitely a personality of its own.
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perhaps an excess of personality 🙂
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Yowzers, dynamite!
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thanks!
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I am truly in awe of your powers.
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