May 14, 2007
First off, those of you in the know will get this… I baked dark chocolate brownies over the weekend and they are better than the regular kind! Whoa, baby. I keep saying they taste like mud, but that doesn’t do them justice because then I have to explain that if mud really tasted this good, puddles the world over would be in trouble. Some ice cream maker needs to come buy my recipe.
Now, to the poem… I wrote this last night and I’d like to say that although I sometimes feel like people see me in their comment train and think, “Why do you keep hanging around here?” it’s not directed at anyone in my blog world. So don’t think I’m pointing finger at you; I’m not.
Here you go…
Thorns
Sometimes, I feel like Trevor.
Irreverent.
Witty, and sly.
Knowing fully well I’m not liked
or wanted
and barely tolerated
But not caring in the least.
Trevor won’t admit it,
So I will.
I do care.
Yet I smile and keep up
the perky routine,
Feeling like a trained puppy
And all those other things that
Trevor will
— rarely —
sometimes admit he feels, too.
Sometimes, I feel like Trevor.
Sometimes, it’s fun to be a thorn.
Especially when the people you prick
asked for it.
Cast you in that role and
never gave you a chance.
All they could see was someone different
and different is bad.
But after the prick’s been given,
a sort of remorse sets in
for what might be
And the awareness that by giving those pricks,
it’s only prolonging the agony
and ensuring that acceptance can’t be won.
Trevor’s story (dare I say his Song)
is more clear-cut than mine.
Read his tale
and you’ll see.
That sometimes, I feel like Trevor.
And sometimes, Trevor feels like me.
Be sure to visit Rhian for the links to others on the train. There are neat people writing wonderful things who are jumping on. As you can tell by this one, a strong command of poetry isn’t needed; just a willingness to put it out there.
And if you’ve missed it somehow, Just a reminder… go vote for me!
Yes, I’m totally going to torture you with this until the voting closes on May 22. So go vote, will ya? If you’ve already voted, why not register under another e-mail address? You’ll get to vote again that way!
Rhian / Crowwoman
May 14, 2007 8:31 am
oh hell yeah i can relate to this one!!! must find out more about Trevor, time to start digging….
Devon Ellington
May 14, 2007 10:13 am
Nice work, Susan. I love dark chocolate brownies — yummy!
scooper
May 14, 2007 10:26 am
Why am I not surprised that you and Trevor have some similarities?
karen!
May 14, 2007 10:40 am
I love the poetry you’ve been sharing lately. And, I think all of us feel like that some of (most of) the time.BR/BR/Brownies… yum!
julia
May 14, 2007 12:53 pm
Love the last two lines.
L^2
May 14, 2007 2:12 pm
Wow, Nice work! There are at least a couple of stanzas that I can definitely relate to. BR/BR/And dark chocolate brownies sound über yummy! 🙂
Robin L. Rotham
May 14, 2007 3:09 pm
What a great piece, Susan! Stirs up all kinds of feelings…
Haley-O
May 14, 2007 3:17 pm
I so relate to this line right now:BR/BR/Sometimes, it’s fun to be a thorn.BR/Especially when the people you prickBR/asked for it. BR/BR/And, to the consequences of “pricking” that follow in your poem. Really lovely, Susan. BR/BR/Thanks A LOT for totally making me crave your dark chocolate brownies. I mean it…THANKS A LOT!!#$%$##@! 😉
Lori
May 14, 2007 5:26 pm
I liked your line: BR/BR/Sometimes, it’s fun to be a thorn.BR/Especially when the people you prick asked for it. BR/BR/Very good:) Thanks for sharing even though I dont know who Trevor is….
RED GARNIER
May 14, 2007 5:43 pm
Nice, Susan!! Definitely must know more about Trevor . . . =) My fave is definitely the thorn part too!! But all of it is wonderful!
Amy Ruttan
May 14, 2007 8:18 pm
I totally relate. Great poem. I totally forgot about poetry monday.
Rashenbo
May 14, 2007 8:24 pm
🙂 hehehe, and here I was going to make some comment along the lines of thinking your poem might be “I sometimes feel like I’m being felt up by Trevor” :)BR/BR/That is a nice poem though, the differences and the similarities between you and one of your many personalities. Trevor lives here on this blog and everyone who truly gets to meet him thinks of him as his own self. BR/BR/Happy Monday… and I totally need some mud brownies with my wine!
Christine
May 14, 2007 9:03 pm
I can relate to this poem – I have difficulty separating my life from that of my main character – Magda. BR/BR/I especially love the line: Sometimes, it’s fun to be a thorn.BR/Especially when the people you prickBR/asked for it. BR/BR/Maybe it’s the Scorpio in me? BR/BR/Thanks for stopping by!
Anna J. Evans
May 14, 2007 9:48 pm
Yeah, with Christine about the scorpio thing. I really don’t enjoy being a thorn–raised too southern to enjoy pricking, damn it, lol–but I do feel that thorns can be useful. If that makes sense….BR/BR/Thanks for stopping by for my first poetry monday :)…it made it less scary!BR/BR/Anna
STAK
May 14, 2007 10:18 pm
i dug it……..and i can relate……….
Wylie Kinson
May 14, 2007 10:40 pm
Wonderful, Susan! I love the comparisons between you and Trevor. A writer and her alter ego…
FRIGGA
May 14, 2007 11:42 pm
I just wanted to let you know I posted the answers to last Thursdays Yes or No Q’s. It’s up at A HREF=”http://www.anyapples.blogspot.com” REL=”nofollow”/Any Apples
Thomma Lyn
May 15, 2007 5:26 am
I relate to this one, too — I’ve felt like that, and still feel like that in so many ways and on so many levels, particularly in my offline life, that I can’t even begin to describe it — I’d have to write a novel.BR/BR/Wait, I already have… 😉 BR/BR/Right with ya, friend. Thank you for a wonderful and evocative poem.
gabriella hewitt
May 15, 2007 9:48 am
I want the recipe for your brownies! *grin* Spill.BR/BR/Nice work on the poem. I really liked the imagery to the thorn.BR/BR/Going to run on over to Rhian’s place.
ERiCA
May 15, 2007 2:53 pm
Nice! (And of course I had to go read the brownie post–LOL!!!)
L^2
May 15, 2007 3:12 pm
Okay, I’m jumping on the bandwagon and tagging you too. Hope you haven’t done A HREF=”http://l-squared.blogspot.com/2007/05/meme-about-me.html” REL=”nofollow”this one/A yet. But if you opt out, I suppose I’ll understand. 🙂
Thorne
May 17, 2007 11:57 pm
Do you wonder that I might like this one?? I chose my moniker about 7 years ago when a moderator on a list I belonged to said that she could always count on me to keep her in line, that I was like a tack on the schoolteacher’s chair. It resonated in me somehow. What, after all, is a rose without a thorne but a lie? Thank you for coming by my blog.