He craves Wiener Schnitzel
and egg rolls –
complicated request –
they settle on
Austrian, forgo
the Chinese.
Noise of the place
disconcerts her –
rather be home
or somewhere quieter
(though she’d never say),
insecurity slides in
as resentment
pulls up a chair –
How is she dining here
with indifference?
Restaurants take her back
when the heat of the kitchen
consumed her –
yelled orders,
yelled at,
rush to cater
tip or no tip
A real education,
her Father said,
but sore feet and
a broken back
left her none the wiser
Stuffiness of ochre walls,
brocade upholstery
close in, reminder
of former lovers,
She doesn’t even like milk-fed calf
Mind wanders to other walls,
now crumbled, remnants
of dreams, boundaries
set when pup- like
loyalty won hearts,
shattered her own.
So many failures
she is ashamed
feels like a stray
living off scraps
It’s a rocky path
she travels these days
solid ground a forgotten
concept, teetering
on brink of flight
no legs to carry her
Resigns herself
to Wiener Schnitzel
convinced that compromise
matters more than
personal fulfillment –
Takes a bite of baby cow and smiles.
(Eating Wiener Schnitzel first appeared here November 2016. This edition is edited. Image from personal collection.)
The things we do we’d rather not do but for peace. Although I find the choice lingers long after surrender.
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Yes, that darn resentment keeps inviting itself, lol. Thanks
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Most welcome VJ 🙂
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I would be content to eat Wiener Schnitzel. I was station in Germany from 1976-1980. I dream of the wonderful German food. In life we struggle. Easy to fall down. I felt the struggle in your words.
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Thank you! Appreciate your comment, John.
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A devastating description of loss of identity, loss of self, loss of youth, loss of hope . . .
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Thank you Liz. I appreciate that you get the context.
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Your poem conveys those losses very clearly, right to the heart.
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Story of my life! I’ve started to speak up and ask for what I want and feel like I’m being a bitch 😕
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Exactly! What is that? Kudos to us for recognizing it and making a change.
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👍❤️ yes! ☺️
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Oh I loved this! Yes indeed compromise can be a struggle. Dining on Wiener schnitzel doesn’t seem that hard although I’d probably ask for a salad! Does that still count as a compromise? 🙂
I loved the line “ resentment pulled up a chair”. It’s so easy for that t9 happen.
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Thanks Christine. Resentment is never a good table mate, but it happens when we don’t assert our own wants – a lesson I struggle with.
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This was superb! The conflict soo well portrayed. I love the last lines.
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Thank you so much!
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made me think of a fatted calf scenario, celebrate the return of the prodigal son, the daughter/woman always taking second place; I can almost feel the shrugging shoulders towards the end of the poem
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Oh, I like this take – never thought about that, but it fits. Thanks.
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My pleasure!
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So why Wiener schnitzel? Risking food indulgence seems like the last thing she needs.
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Exactly what my husband asked, lol. The inspiration for the poem came from a dream. It is not something I would normally eat, but have on occasion – usually on a date. It represents the compromises we make to please another.
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Effective portrayal of variance between inner Self and outer Self … seldom do they completely align (in my own experience!) … seldom is either delivering “right” vs “wrong” impulses …
It’s a wonder we don’t all go crazy.
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Haha – who’s saying we’re not crazy.
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Oh my. This is such a well crafted path to the struggle with compromise…or not. While the triggers pile up. I love the line “resentment pulls up a chair.” (I’d be curious to read the original version)
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Thanks Deborah. I did link to the original, I think, lol.
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You’re welcome. I just realized I missed that you linked to it. I will check it out! (I’m not Deborah btw)
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Hahaha – senior brain fart. I knew that, duh.
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Happens to us all 🙂
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