Peculiar

I stand alone,

On the hill beyond the stream,

With open hands,

I soak in the cold rain,

And find in me,

The glass jar,

Filled with trinkets and buttons,

Marbles and wheat back pennies,

Glass eyes and a brass doorknob,

The raven flies above,

Alone is he,

As the doves and canaries,

Would never extend an invitation,

A vial of mint and lemon grass,

A tin of lace and shoe polish,

A cup of honey

And the water from a snow globe,

A jacket of paper,

And a lantern lit by fireflies,

A piano with no keys,

And a necklace made of gears from your music box,

I am aged in my youth,

Forgotten in my memories,

And stood tall with my lack,

I’ve dug to china with a plastic spoon,

I’ve perched with the birds,

And I’ve walked on the water of the red sea,

Just for he,

Just for they,

Just for you,

I have been the murderer and the victim,

The illness and the cure,

The wretched and the righteous,

To be struck by lightning,

More than once,

To put out water,

With the flame

To grow a clover,

On the stone,

I find myself peculiar indeed,

I find myself peculiar in need,

I find myself peculiar out done,

I find myself peculiar to one.

Reviews

[Lilly Negoi]

loved the image of the glass jar you created in the beginning. actually loved the entire poem, but that image kinda got stuck in my memory :). it made me think about Peter Pan first discovering Neverland.
the second image that i have in mind is the "i stand alone/.../with open hands" - that one and the "just for he/ just for they/ just for you" reminded me of the statue of Jesus from Rio.
there is no "ordinary" in this world - there is only ignorance and blindness :).
very good poem!

[The Pack]

A remarkable wonder this is. I'm captivated by its intense imagery and the flow of unique thoughts. Certainly a stunning poem and very much enjoyed.

[Tony]

I really enjoyed the comparisons you draw here. A very vivid write-- and your use of your use of repetition is captivating.

[closed]

Hmm
A traveler who has traveled along many roads...
A face hidden behind many masks...
This work leaves alot to ponder. But I like poems like that.^

-Dream

[Kerry O'Connor]

I am aged in my youth,
Forgotten in my memories...

These lines are pivotal in providing the backbone of your poem: this strand of several associations and memories gathered over a period of time.

I enjoyed this piece very much.

[.]

. and i'm just going to celebrate your peculiarity in writing exquisite poetry ... you rock and how ...

[OR]

"I've dug to china with a plastic spoon," That's my Fav.

It shows a lot

I like this piece

Good job

I see lots of potential and talent out there

Keep on the good work

Peace !