For Joanne...
Oh why can I not be like you -
have come-to-bed eyes of cornflower blue
and golden curls that frame my face,
with never a hair out of place?
And how come you're so sexy and slim
whilst I am simply scrawny and thin?
It seems unfair that you possess
such dazzling charisma, while I'm a mess.
You're confident, clever and charming too,
that's why everyone's attracted to you.
They find you perfect and unique,
from your many talents to the way you speak.
Oh how I wish I had your grace
of movement and that perfect face.
Instead, I'm clumsy and quite plain,
so being me is such a pain.
Success in everything you do
is always a foregone conclusion for you,
whereas mediocrity
is all that can be found in me.
Lacking in confidence and wit,
compared to you I'm just some twit
who's going nowhere really slow.
How I wish my words, like yours, would flow.
For your literary genius inspires me so -
such eloquence I'd love to show.
Instead, I'm tongue-tied and lost for words:
you are whipped cream to my whey and curds.
My friend I adore you, truly I do,
but I cannot help being jealous of you
as it seems to me you have it all.
So I've made my entire life your call
by trying so hard to emulate you
(I'd love to be your clone, it's true),
but it never works, because still I'm me -
and that is all I'll ever be!
Oh why can I not be like you -
have come-to-bed eyes of cornflower blue
and golden curls that frame my face,
with never a hair out of place?
And how come you're so sexy and slim
whilst I am simply scrawny and thin?
It seems unfair that you possess
such dazzling charisma, while I'm a mess.
You're confident, clever and charming too,
that's why everyone's attracted to you.
They find you perfect and unique,
from your many talents to the way you speak.
Oh how I wish I had your grace
of movement and that perfect face.
Instead, I'm clumsy and quite plain,
so being me is such a pain.
Success in everything you do
is always a foregone conclusion for you,
whereas mediocrity
is all that can be found in me.
Lacking in confidence and wit,
compared to you I'm just some twit
who's going nowhere really slow.
How I wish my words, like yours, would flow.
For your literary genius inspires me so -
such eloquence I'd love to show.
Instead, I'm tongue-tied and lost for words:
you are whipped cream to my whey and curds.
My friend I adore you, truly I do,
but I cannot help being jealous of you
as it seems to me you have it all.
So I've made my entire life your call
by trying so hard to emulate you
(I'd love to be your clone, it's true),
but it never works, because still I'm me -
and that is all I'll ever be!
If as so you say Joanne is such a friend then surely she has told you over and over, how beautiful you are inside out, and you write like an author!
ReplyDeleteAnd you are beautiful and sexy, so personally I wouldn't worry to much :)
Yes, like you, my other friends are really kind. It is just that I have this unfortunate tendency to compare myself with others and find myself lacking. It is something I have always done - so probably always will!
DeleteI really do appreciate your reassurance. Thank you so much xx
Ygraine, wow, Joanne is all that , really something but you are you and that should never make you blue as I think you are talented, through and through.
ReplyDeleteAnd we can all see that you are as pretty as pretty can be.
Embrace that beauty :)
Great write, though and how nice to have a freind that you love that much.
xx
I have to be honest, Margie. I have never seen myself the way you describe here!
DeleteAlthough this poem was just a light-hearted dig at my rather foolish habit of continually comparing myself with others, it is how I often feel. I suppose at heart I am a perfectionist when it comes to my own aspirations, and so will never be satisfied. believe me...my family really suffer the most awful frustration sometimes! lol:D
Thank you for your kindness, Margie. It means so much. xxx
This must be one of the most difficult things about being a girl. And why is that?
ReplyDeleteWe always seem to see the best in others and pale ourselves in that black comparison. I wonder if those we put on pedestals create their own pedestal for us ...
We do, don't we? Men very rarely seem to do this...I wonder why that is. Perhaps it has something to do with the way our culture views women...we have to look a certain way...achieve certain things...be lover, wife, mother and career woman all rolled into one. And if we fail to live up to those impossible standards? Then woe betide us!!
DeleteOn reflection, I think the answer to your last question has to be a resounding 'Yes' they probably do!
Many thanks, Dale xx
Well, whoever you are comparing yourself too must be at the extreme of extreme of each of the areas you have noted. The writing here is so wonderful. I can’t imagine being second to who ever, whoever is..
ReplyDeleteOh she IS wonderful, Anthony...so, so, talented...and to think you have compared my literary efforts with such a standard as hers...well, that is the greatest compliment I could ever hope for!
DeleteThank you...with all my heart!:)
Like many of your poems it commands by its perfect rhythms and rhymes and by its own internal truths. Very polished and loaded with grace.
ReplyDeleteI can't really explain why, but your words have brought a tear to my eye.
DeleteI think, perhaps, it could be because you are such an incredibly talented writer...and YOU have seen something worthwhile in my humble scribbles.
I feel so honoured.
Thank you Dave...so much.:)
This sounds amazing Ygraine and love how you talk all and how you picture all these,be friends is amazing but sometimes isn't easy, xo
ReplyDeleteNo, never easy...but always worthwhile!
DeleteThank you so much, Gloria xxx
Just wanted to let you know that I've decided to keep only one blog a general one, that way it doesn't limit me to one genre, but no worries all kinds of photos will be shown on:
ReplyDeletehttp://photosandstuffl.blogspot.ca/
In fact today is part man part Autumn lol
Thanks for letting me know!:)
DeleteAnd that's all you'll ever be. And that's more than enough. Can Joanne write such good poetry? I doubt it. I enjoyed your poem and can sympathise with the sentiment running through it a lot.
ReplyDeleteGreetings from London.
Oh, you are so kind...thank you!
DeletePerhaps the way I should look at it is that Joanne and I are different, but are most successful in our diverse ways!! Haha:D