A/N: Poems I wrote while I was watching a dance show at camp. I had a burst of inspiration and scribbled all over the program!
Program Poetry
So small
Scrunched
Between neat lines and rows
Loud scribbles
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Begin
Fanning with paper programs
Stifling night air
Crumpled words
Paper letters
I can’t breathe
Patient smiles
Waiting for the show to begin
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Lifespan of a Program
What happens to the programs?
Crumpled
Torn
They are dying birds
Fallen from the sky
Littering the grass
Their words forgotten already
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Speak Please
Back to back faces
Glowing in moonlight
Dance for eternity
Empty faces
Void of love
Compassion
Even anger
Their bodies fall like dominoes
Limp and lifeless
Why don’t they speak?
