This week’s Poetry Thursday topic is humor in poetry. I went through most of my poems, and gosh — I’m not very funny. Amusing, sometimes, maybe — but only dry.
Even the small poems I thought, at writing, were funny — aren’t really:
sitting alone
at a table for two
drinking lemon tea
This is as close as I can get (so far, anyway) and it’s not exactly funny, but sort-of funny, and was actually inspired by a joke:
exposed
i am like the woman
speaking and listening
on the telephone
when a hot flash
comesimmersed in
conversation
she absently removes
one warm garment
then anotheruntil she stands
in her living room
before the undraped
windows
cooled and nakedas these words
fall from me
till i stand quiet
in the breeze
of your voice.
I look forward to what others come up with. Laughter is good for me.
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