I go out at night
in search of intelligent life
only to find
myself empty-headed.
The dumber I become,
the less me and more like someone
I can't be for very long,
the more I'm wanted.
So I soothe my synapses to sleep.
Drown my dendrites in another drink.
Another smart girl ashamed to think.
Another dumbing down.
I go out at night
in search of intelligent life,
but I'm afraid
to let myself be found.
A little dichotomy for Kerry's prompt at Real Toads
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- Maude Lynn
- Anybody who has survived his childhood has enough information about life to last him the rest of his days. ---Flannery O'Connor
19 comments:
Oh shucks, I have no idea where my comment went. Grrr! Blogger and their oops! Your poem was perfect for Kerry's challenge. I can so relate to it, but more happy those kinds of days, or rather evenings, Hehehe have been sweetly replaced!
Bleak
Cheers!
JzB
I love this. Especially the last stanza.
Oh, excellent! First-hand account to account for the dichotomy between mental acumen and behaviour that so many women can surely relate to.
I remember feeling just like this when I was in middle school! By the time I was in high school, I decided that I would no longer hide my intelligence. What mental acrobatics we girls go through!
You are so clever, creative and never cease to amaze me! I love this and, of course, I do relate!
Smart move in some circles. Perfect topic for the dichotomy theme. From experience, I say, don't worry. She'll always be there waiting.
This is wonderful, and that last line is a stunner. Well done.
Oh this is brilliant.......I resonate with being afraid to let oneself be found.......fantastic writing, MZ!
Sigh... a good write,MZ.
I feel sorry for the girl who feels this way, or for the guy who feels he has to play the big brute. Better to keep looking.
That sounds about right MZ
Ha! And it's what the culture seems to want, unfortunately. Terrible, but very clever poem. k.
quiet - yet stunning ~
Never you...
nice lines though.
I have a Frank Zappa quote in my head now: "Modern Americans behave as if intelligence were some kind of hideous deformity." You nail that feeling, of trying to disguise what is integral to identity, and how it drags one down. AND you nail the prompt.
That second stanza says it all.
Alas.. yse the second stanza is the bleak truth about what happens..
When I was in my breakout late teens, the gulf between public self and private was an unbridgeable abyss. Irretrievable. Maybe I grew up, maybe I simply stopped requring any relation between the two. Having a big inner life sort of ruins its other. But then I've also come to doubt if I'm as smart as I think I am. Then the world's not so dumb. Again, maybe there's no reconciling the worlds...
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