Saturday, August 12, 2006

Sunday Scribblings #20 - "Who Else Can I Still Be?"

This is my first post for Sunday Scribblings. I appreciate another reason to write regularly. This, however, was written a while back. But it seems to fit the prompt this week. My apologies to my big yellow friends who have no doubt seen this before.

The Order of Things

When I was five I’d walk to school
With little question about the rules.
I knew teachers would like me fine
If I were cheerful and mostly kind.

When I was nine I began to see
My face and grace were mostly me,
But about then I sought to be
Someone else—a mystery.

I tucked my dress in my snow pants
And imagined myself as Sherlock Trance
In the field to solve the case
Of the missing pencil case.

When I was twelve something changed
My hair and body rearranged--
Colorless and very drab--
Though I was funny, I discovered sad.

I learned appearances ruled the roost
And pushed forward the awful truth
That I would not be viewed the way
That whiney Natasha became one day.

She’d throw her shoulders back and grin
Knowing that she’d made in
To the elist group of gawky boys
Who loved her cool and polished coy.

When I was fifteen I found a way
To advance myself to where I’d stay—
Popular, cool, myself unique
Still, my inner self dared not peep.

I mastered the tricky art of fame
Built a business, made a name
It was easy to believe
The order of things was to achieve

When I was thirty I met the challenge
Of loving a child and seeking some balance
But even then I tried my best
To push myself without a rest

What mattered most was quite apart
From who I was in my sweet heart.
I began to feel a hole within
Deep and hollow, like empty tin.

I knew enough not to settle
For surface joy made of metal.
So I dropped the charm and tried instead
To be myself, both heart and head

I began to listen more than I spoke
And success became my private joke
About the privilege of a good life
That included truths of loss or strife.

Today I am who I will be
In just this moment, gratefully.
I love and lust and lunge and laugh
I understand when I get half

Instead of whole it hardly matters
Because beneath the wind and chatters
My world is simply full and real
And I’ve become the real real deal.


  1. great post. What a transformation you endured.

  2. Wonderful poem, highlighting important aspects of your life. Thanks for sharing it with us. Well done!

  3. Love this!! Thanks for writing it. I loved your other posts too - have been having a little meander through your blog. Great reading.

  4. I love the way poetry can reduce an idea to its essential parts and make it beautiful at the same time. I think you've done that with this poem. I found myself identifying ~ certainly a hallmark of good writing.

    Re. your question on my blog: I can answer by email.

  5. What a journey! Well done on putting it together so cleverly.

  6. Wow! That was just what I needed, right when I needed it. I wish I'd written it. x

  7. Great poem! You got skills. :-)

    And as to your question, how would my friends describe me, I have no friends.

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