We’re cut against the grain
If our lives were woodwork
We would be
A strange and dubious artistry
We couldn’t quite explain
We lived to be our parents’ bane
We’re cut against the grain
We strive to make our mark
For fame and fortune
We were bound
But blind to something else we found
We’re swimming in the dark
Fire from a simple spark
We strive to make our mark
Neither perfect nor polite
Like moths to flames
We longed to be
The talk of all society
A masked ball’s chief delight
Is what is done deep in the night
Neither perfect nor polite
We’re cut against the grain
All angles sharp
And half aligned
Never seen and not maligned
We feast on our remains
Hid now by dark curtains
We’re cut against the grain
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
Brilliant! I have no other words. I so admire your writing. 🙂
Wow, thank you, that is so kind!! 🙂 🙂
“We would be a strange and dubious artistry…” Or in my case, just a strange and dubious artist.
LOL!!! 🙂 🙂
Really love this, Sis. I have to agree….I really admire your writing, as well. 🙂 xxxx
Thank you so much, dear Skye!! 🙂 🙂
I know I am one of those…and I think you may be also 🙂
Yep, sometimes one has to go against the grain!! : 🙂
This is perfect! Great job!
Thanks Briana!! 🙂 🙂
Reblogged this on When I Became an Author and commented:
Now many have heard the song ‘Against the Grain’ by Garth Brooks, (one of my personal favorites) but this poem is the next best thing!
Thanks – I must check out the song now!! : 🙂
I think you’ll like it. I know it fits me perfectly! 🙂 🙂 🙂
🙂
Shivery and haunting, with so much truth.
Thanks so much Ionia!! 🙂 🙂
lovely words but just as a heads up i think i found a tiny typo
We strive to mark our mark
I think you meant ‘make’ as that’s what you wrote in the repeat of the line. Hope you don’t mind me pointing it out.
Yay, you are my typo guardian angel, you are indeed right, shall go back and change it now!! 🙂
haha hardly i just spot things sometimes, i’m sure i miss loads especially in my own work 😛