June 03, 2010

Calgon (BTP#5)

(Photo courtesy Photo8.com) 

The title refers to an old commercial for a woman's bath product who's catch phrase was, "Calgon, take me away!"  The rigid 8 syllable lines and rhymes within the piece are there to give it a traditional, forced, and dated feeling; a subliminal way of showing how trapped we can be by expectations in our lives, and how hard it is to break out of a rut into something new...


One day I’m going to run away,
and shed my skin of must and should,
throw off  layers of who I am,
and stop this circumscribed cliche.

There’s no importance where I land,
it doesn't matter what I find.
To just exist in some new way,
where nothing's ever been pre-planned.

Where I can be some other me,
and only dream of my desires,
while re-inventing future days,
into some unique way to be.

I won't do anything the same,
but break each habit that's ingrained,
to just revise myself into,
an empty slate without a name.
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As someone who has spent her entire life in the same small town, under the watchful gaze of those around me, this has always been a fantasy...
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16 comments:

  1. An interesting well written confessional poem. Liked it a lot.I have an idea. Join us at POW and dance naked in the street (in verse that is)
    away from prying eyes of doomsville!You could always tell them to get stuffed..no-one will ever speak to you again but at least you will get some peace and quiet:)

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  2. This happens I think when you live in a small town all your life! I lived in a small town for six years here in Mexico and I can certainly relate to this. Well written!
    Pamela

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  3. We are attuned again! I wrote one about running away too!

    I like how you describe the ingrained feeling: skin of must and should.

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  4. I love how the poet will shed her skin of must and do—and do everything differently. Lovely poem.

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  5. Ah yes, don't so many have that dream of running away? But the question is: Where to? And 'me's' are the same no matter where you are. At least I think so.

    http://troublebeingstrong.blogspot.com/2010/06/pedaling-through-provence.html

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  6. It is a wonderful feeling! At least I found it so. Great imagery!

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  7. OH! I have had these feelings. I loved how you've expressed them.

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  8. It worked for me, on both levels.

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  9. Very, very good! I felt that way growing up in a small town and I did get away!
    BTW - love the fractal in your header!
    Also - what is BTP? Oh, I'll click & see where it takes me. :)

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  10. Cynthia -- I love your intuition to put this perception and thought into a form. I got away from my small town, traveled the world, and here I am -- right back in a small town. But, at least I didn't grow up with these folks. My favorite line: "and shed my skin of must and should." Bravo.

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  11. eh, Cynthia ...wishful thinking, I say to myself.
    But I could run away like you in poetry.

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  12. The form & content fit each other so well! It'd be fun to take that idea one step further (personal journal, maybe?) and describe what that alternative might be.

    I bet your could come up with some fun/crazy stuff.

    xxoo!

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  13. PS -- you don't *have* to share, but it would be great if you did. Just sayin'.

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  14. Yes Cynthia , many of us have the urge to drop everything and lose this present identity that holds us in captivity. Nice poem, thanks for sharing.

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  15. I like the idea of using structure to reinforce theme. It's not a small town, but I've been in Chicago for 30 years now and I'm feeling a need for reinvention myself.

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  16. Great poem, Cynthia, and an idea for which many others would seem to hanker. But I wonder if we can ever escape ourself really? The prison-like feeling of familiarity can also offer security.

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