Friday, December 3, 2010

Friday December 3, 2010 Thursday Think Tank Poetry/Theme Thursday

The prompt today is something weird.

Curiosity Shop

Alas, you ask for
Something weird today,
I look through the shop,
Picking up each item,
Nothing weird here,
I pass a mirror.

I am the weirdest in the place,
I stand tall, but not very,
My feet barely touch the peddles,
I walk across the sand,
But leave no foot prints.
I call but there is no answer.

I reach for my coffee cup,
And leave no finger prints to be found,
I am fading.
I can hardly see my own reflection.
I don't take up much space,
And when I am completely gone,
There will only be a tiny imperfection
In the fabric of the universe,
That will mark my going.

Something so near to me,
My companion,
So often you wink, or blink,
And ask me to carry you
To a new destination.

I hold you in my hand,
Often I find you in my pocket,
Lost and lonely,
A precious stone I picked up,
But had forgotten.

You are ancient, old,
The keeper of so much knowledge,
But you are quiet,
Rarely stand up to be recognized,
Make a fuss,
Or embarrass yourself or anyone else.

You rarely win races,
But are content to sit,
By the roadside,
And watch the world go by,
Holding within yourself,
All that is known,
Or ever was.


Brian Miller said...

but the imperfection will be noticed...smiles.

Jingle said...

two piece in one post.
great job...

enjoyed your take on weirdness...
beautiful theme post.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love this poem, because I love rocks. I wrote something a while back about rocks as well, this poem reminds me of some of the same feelings. Good poem, fellow rock-lover. I love the photo and the photo on top of New Mexico is STUNNINGLY beautiful!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I especially enjoyed the Curiosity Shop - "I call but there is no answer." And the last three lines are amazing. Wonderful writing!

Marilyn said...

I found the first piece so very good but also scary; it's as if you think that you are no-one, that you are overlooked by all. It's thought provoking.
The second piece I can really relate to ...I love stones and often have one or more in my pocket; warm and smooth to the touch. A bit like worry beads but not; ancient and holding their own stories.

Stafford Ray said...

"a tiny imperfection
In the fabric of the universe,
That will mark my going".
No Annell, you will not leaver an imperfection. You are a dear soul who brightens your little piece of the universe so will leave it a little brighter.
You're not planning on going soon, are you? :-(

Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...

This was a wonderful meander through some weirdness!!
I enjoyed visiting and reading your poems, very much.
Good to meet via Poets United.
Best wishes, Eileen

Ellen aka Ella said...

I enjoyed your weirdness; Makes one think about their imprint on the universe~