A continuation of Poetry Tumble, started from one line of a special poem by a special poet. From that point I took the last line of my poem and made it the first line of another poem, not as a story continuation, but a new poem that stands alone. To see whose poem I borrowed (with permission) a line from — and to read the entire collection in order, click on Poetry Tumble tab at the top of the blog.
Perhaps
and won?
he lied and won?
I played fair and lost?
why do I sit surprised?
why do I stand dejected?
why do I turn and walk away?
why do I repeat this process
when it is in my control
to change it?
is it because I understand how much
he needs to win
and I am the bigger person?
or is it because I know that winning
dishonestly will erode his self-esteem
and I delight in the harm I will have assisted in?
Perhaps, it is that I have not the patience to fight.
Perhaps, it is that I did not feel I deserved to win.
Perhaps, it was all of this or none.
MeeAugraphie
10/03/07
McLeesBogaert
One Comment
Hi Marcia! Really nice poem! I also enjoy taking a last line and making it first in another poem — it’s a really cool process to see what emerges. I really like the thoughts you pondered as you went along in yours — looking at your own intentions and his too. Thought provoking.
It made me happy that you found it thought provoking, as that was its purpose. Thanks, Clare!
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