Nothing Special

Nothing Special

A Poem by Corset

Are we Blackbirds
or are we trees?
or are we blackbirds among
the trees?
All Trees and
Blackbirds
 are common you say,
so many and all look the same
look closer
anything living or alive
is unique
like snowflakes.
Not even identical twins
are truly identical,
a mother can tell the 
subtle
differences.
cookies cutters
can make identical things
but God only makes
unique 
creatures
and specializes in
variety of 
the
 One. 

© 2020 Corset


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You wrote about my beloved blackbirds! They have stopped screaming at me! I guess I finally got the message .Anyhoo. I love this write and you my dear are definitely beautifully unique!

Posted 2 Years Ago


Corset

2 Years Ago

Thanks! you!
I love how your poem has an unmistakable purpose -- to define uniqueness -- and you use interesting analogies to express this in an adamant way. The "blackbirds" opening is most effective since we almost never think of a bunch of blackbirds & think of any one as being distinct or notable. The thing that bugs me the most about our current political discourse is how often people group people together, as if all republicans think this & all democrats think that & all teachers expect this & all industries do that. It's a ridiculous herd mentality that keeps us from making progress (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 3 Years Ago


Corset

3 Years Ago

I loved your comments Barley Girl , thank you for making them :D
I've thought long and hard about this infallible sky God that an entire book was dedicated to his/her works and wonders and how insanely human he seems. Like looking at the old movies of spaceships and Martians and how, even today, their ships are drawn like circular spheres and the men are always short with large heads. How else then to make the believable, believable than to make his likeness humanly suitable; apparitional and erect. I've also heard that this great being is respective of no one person. But my grandma had a picture of him over her leg pumped sewing machine in a house with no bathroom, heated with firewood, dirt poor and illiterate . (I'm a revolutionary if you've forgotten lol)

But what is so very beautiful about your perspective in this poem is that you too believe that everything not mashed together or malleable deserves not even the slightest hint of skepticism. That whether created or constructed, perfection only happens once and one time only amazing.. Your biggest fan.....dana

Posted 3 Years Ago


Corset

3 Years Ago

If I was to write a book about anything there would be a lot of me in it, men wrote the book, men wr.. read more

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