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# Funny
- URL: https://dianaludwick.com/funny/
- Published: 2026-02-07T22:45:43.000Z
- Updated: 2026-10-24T20:12:02.000Z
- Description: "Funny," an acknowledgement of a heavy voice as shaped and weighed down by These Times. Written February 7, poem 038 in a series of 365 poems written by Diana Ludwick in 2026. Photo by Diana Ludwick (c) 2026.
- Author: Diana Ludwick
- Tags: 2026 Poetry Challenge, Poems, Humor, Mood, On writing, Reflection, These Times, Women, World events, #Migrated-1792872215677, #wp, #wp-post, #Import 2026-10-24 20:03

I feel called to share my wit  
to help people laugh and feel seen  
and hold a moment of pleasure in   
*These Times*  
  
But when my ink hits the notebook   
my words flow red and weighty  
barbed, ruthless, unsettling.  
  
I cap my pen and exhale with force  
toss my open journal to my husband  
ask him to screen my latest piece  
before it goes   
Live and unretractable  
out into the world.  
  
After a long silence  
he lifts his head and ventures:  
That's...dark, Babe.  
  
Well it's reality, I retort.  
Fine.   
Turn the page   
there's another!  
  
After a quiet moment,   
he looks up through dark brows  
and emits a short laugh-groan:  
Um so that one's darker yet.  
  
I swear I'm funny, I exclaim  
I'm hil-arrrr-ious!   
Usually.  
But I can't find it now.  
  
He scrunches his forehead   
as he searches for his response:  
You do have a bright and authentic  
and sarcastic voice, you're funny--  
but that voice is not *here*.   
  
I muse aloud  
I guess my comic is in hiding?  
But she's in there  
I know her--  
  
Well, he says   
These lines reflect your mood...  
Heavy.  
  
I stare out the closest window  
at windswept evergreens  
while I gather my thoughts.  
  
"Heavy" I repeat.  
That's accurate, that's true.  
Women carry the weight  
and consequence of the many   
whims of rich white men in power.  
  
He tilts his head   
nods up and down  
in acknowledgement:   
Right.  
  
I shoot him a half smirk  
bounce my shoulders up to my ears  
and assure him:  
But my next poem will be a hoot!