Today’s word made me think of a song from my youth, and a poem I wrote that grew from the song.
The song lyrics:
Pretending that I’m doing well
My need is such I pretend too much
I’m lonely but no one can tell
Adrift in a world of my own
I’ve played the game but to my real shame
You’ve left me to grieve all alone
Too real when I feel what my heart can’t conceal
Just laughin’ and gay like a clown
I seem to be what I’m not, you see
I’m wearing my heart like a crown
Pretending that you’re still around
Too real when I feel what my heart can’t conceal
Just laughin’ and gay like the clown
I seem to be what I’m not, you see
I’m wearing my heart like a crown
Pretending that you’re still around.
The Great Pretender
Too real is this feeling of make believe…
I’m eight, balanced on the bed
clutching the mahogany bedpost
posing in the mirror
in my mother’s room.
Framed with ornate curlicues of mahogany,
it’s as tall as I am,
like the mirror in Snow White.
I’m a princess on a balcony.
I clutch the silk wisteria, so pleasingly purple
and flowingly pliable.
I bow to the figure in the mirror
Imitation yes the great pretender,
Fake, unreal, constructed,
Created, mimic, mime is mine.
I notice
Tinny sound of fake things.
Imitation vanilla extract tastes metallic, too.
I’m a chameleon, a
leonine chamomile
millennium imitation. I
Live in the cave cast by the
Morning Glory, I
live in the tunnel
dug by the groundhog in my garden, whose dirt
lives under my fingernails, whose bugs
lives in the folds of the mattress.
I also pretend
to be a poet.
(I think I posted this poem before, but it applies today)
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