Caren Krutsinger Poet Narrative

Lone Li Ness Is My Name

Lone Li Ness is my name
No one calls it; I have no friends.
I had one once in second grade
But she moved

Shyness kept me from having other ones
Some loud kids lied about me being a bully
In fourth grade, and it stuck
In 7th grade I was “odd” and “weird”

I began to read romance novels that year
And science fiction, biographies, and mysteries.
The librarian tried to befriend me but she was old
I do not like old people

I figured when I went to college I would be a new you
I would be outgoing and fun, and people would like me
About half my graduating class went to the same college
My roommate hated me before she met me.

She moved out before the end of the first week
Without speaking to me.  A couple of nods and a grunt.
I have forgotten how to be a friend now. It has been a long time.
My cat and I pretend to be content reading our books.

She lies between the I-pad and me, 
so I have to use two pillows to prop.
My parents still live in my hometown. 
They are always begging me to come back.

For a summer vacation, for a visit. 
To see my “old friends”. 
This makes me laugh.
How did they never see their odd, weird, lonely girl like I do?

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M. L. Kiser May 30, 2019 at 4:56 PM A powerful, emotional pen. We all have those moments, at some point in our lives. Caren Krutsinger June 1, 2019 at 4:48 AM Yes we do. I tell my students this, but none believe.

Freddie Robinson Jr. May 29, 2019 at 7:17 AM I agree w/Gavin ... such an introspectively bittersweet, heart-shaped piece of poetry, Caren. It's been a while ... but I do miss and enjoy your imitable style of Rorschach ink expression. This powerful poem is an instant fave. Love and more love always. Caren Krutsinger June 1, 2019 at 4:49 AM Thank you Freddie. This has been a trying week, so I am so grateful to you for this comment.

Vijay Pandit May 28, 2019 at 6:01 PM Through your poem you speak to many..this candid portrait is quite touching..deeply moving, Caren. One almost wants to reach out and hug the person you speak of..a sign of a brilliant poem. Caren Krutsinger June 1, 2019 at 4:49 AM Thank you Vijay. I know this girl, I talk to this girl, I counsel this girl, I console this girl, I am this girl.

CayCay Godwin May 28, 2019 at 4:24 PM I know this isn't biographical which lessens the sadness it evoked in me. A well written and, again, sad look into what is, unfortunately, the truth for many. Your pen relayed the story so very well. Poetry hugs ... CayCay Caren Krutsinger June 1, 2019 at 4:50 AM Thank you CayCay. It is me, it is you, it is all the girls in the world and all the boys. I think we have all felt this sometime.

Kurt Ravidas May 28, 2019 at 3:37 PM A lot of good people have said a lot of good words down there. I have nothing to add. I'd like to say only that in school hierarchy I was what's called a crazy poet and L.L.Ness was my girlfriend) Caren Krutsinger June 1, 2019 at 4:51 AM This is hilarious! Thanks for a laugh. On a day when I am suffering.

Dawne Zacharias May 28, 2019 at 1:11 PM Caren you are very honest in your writing, I have never met you in any other way but through your poetry. Which I love reading, you have many poet friends who thoroughly enjoy you. I am one. Caren Krutsinger June 1, 2019 at 4:51 AM Thank you so much Dawne. It means the world to me.

Gavin Lottering May 28, 2019 at 11:28 AM What an absolutely poignant poem. I thoroughly enjoyed reading it. Thank you Caren Krutsinger June 1, 2019 at 4:51 AM Thank you for reading it and liking it. I write what I feel.

Franci Hoffman May 28, 2019 at 8:49 AM This piece just oozes with sincerity and so relatable. I feel many go through times like this in their life. Some grow out of it and some don't. Caren Krutsinger June 1, 2019 at 4:52 AM Franci, thank you so much. I felt this, my children felt this, my husband felt this, my students feel this, and through counseling them, I remember and re-feel it.

Allen Beilschmidt Sr. May 28, 2019 at 8:11 AM A great write dear Caren. Thank you for letting us into your life. Caren Krutsinger June 1, 2019 at 4:52 AM I am an open heart.

Kim Rodrigues May 28, 2019 at 8:05 AM My daughter considered it a blessing to be labeled “weird” lol! See the ones that are the “same” are not unique. Throwing kisses and hugs your way...and a huge book bouquet! :) Caren Krutsinger June 1, 2019 at 4:53 AM Thank you so much Kim. I love book bouquets!

Brenda Chiri May 28, 2019 at 7:25 AM Caren a heart breaking poem but with much strength if that makes sense! I so enjoyed this tale you tell! Caren Krutsinger June 1, 2019 at 4:53 AM I am so glad, my Iowan friend, I truly am touched that you wrote heart breaking, because it always is.

Riddhima Kashyap May 28, 2019 at 1:42 AM Wonderful poem Caren, this made me remember my 4th grade. Love this poem! :-)