Embarrassing Moment


I have had some embarrassing moments in my life for sure,
      Well, there was the time in Grade One when I peed my pants;
At a dance once, three girls wore the same dress as me,
           And one day wearing high heels I tripped on the bus.

But I think the most embarrassing moment came not long ago,
      I fancied myself a dancer so I joined a local jazz group;
Not some one evening a week deal but the real thing, a school,
             We rehearsed three times a week and at home.

Of course, to be a dancer one must look the part of a dancer,
      So I invested in shoes and outfits and all the sparkle;
We were rehearsing for a Christmas recital in a theater,
            And I knew all my steps, they were etched in my mind.

The night of the recital I was so nervous, well we all were,
      We were on stage and my family and friends had come;
The music started and I forgot every single step, I froze,
           When a part for spinning came, I spun myself away.

I hung up my jazz shoes after that and never went back,
      Embarrassing stuff happens in life and no one ever dies;
But it can still dwell within and hurt your confidence and pride,
           Oh as a little girl, I put my hair clip in a electric outlet,

                                                                                  once . . . 

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September 21, 2015

Poetry/Narrative/Embarrassing Moment
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Cwiak Avatar
October 23, 2015 at 11:20 PM
B W, I'll bet putting that hair clip into the electric socket was as ''ENERJAZZING" as the prospect of the dance recital. Well written!
Eastman Avatar
October 22, 2015 at 12:54 PM
Congrats on the winning poem. When I was in 1st grade I got up for a dance recital... And suddenly forgot every step too... My Grandparents had come to watch... Everyone suggested I give up dancing after that... It was my elipepsy kicking in to make me forget but they didn't know... But I did quit. I was Soooo embarassed...
Williams Avatar
October 22, 2015 at 6:33 AM
And the list goes on and on. How funny and very well written. Thanks for sharing. Congrats on your win.
A. Sharma Avatar
October 20, 2015 at 10:44 PM
Real wonderful broken! Congrats on ur awesome win!
Canerdy Avatar
October 20, 2015 at 8:56 PM
Very good! Congratulations Janice
Roper Avatar
October 20, 2015 at 5:36 PM
Broken wing, calling it stage fright. I've gone through a few of those for the brain just shuts down. Congratulations on your wonderful win a7!!!
Allison Avatar
October 20, 2015 at 4:00 PM
Dropping back with my congrats: Broken wings-) hugs jan xx
Haight Avatar
October 20, 2015 at 3:55 PM
A great poem about your embarrassing moment, Broken. Can identify with this a bit when I forgot lines to a part I had in a sixth- grade play. Nicely expressed, and congratulations on your First Place win! Hugs, Sandra
Kendrick Avatar
September 22, 2015 at 3:34 PM
Cute one..Got a chuckle..Reads like winning material to me..Way to go..Thanks for the visit to my page..Sara
Aniagyei Avatar
September 22, 2015 at 3:08 AM
Nice piece, BW...... Don't stop the jazz, though.…..lol
Inman Avatar
September 21, 2015 at 8:56 PM
Cute BW.
Muideen Avatar
September 21, 2015 at 8:19 PM
I love the beautiful flow of your write.....let your unstoppable good emotion continue to flow....an eloquent and excellent write.......A.M.
Allison Avatar
September 21, 2015 at 4:54 PM
yes our confidence does take a bashing but we do bounce back - good luck in the contest:-) hugs jan xx
Tor Avatar
September 21, 2015 at 4:36 PM
Broken Wings don't give up. Follow your passions. Most millionaires go out of business twice before they reach success. How many times do we rewrite a poem to make it right. Mistakes are made we all make them.Brush it off and make it right.
Tor Avatar
September 21, 2015 at 4:37 PM
Enjoy your dance have fun.
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