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From One Flake To Another

by Chris Sorrenti


I’ve sometimes heard people described as “flakes”
a derogatory picture immediately formed in mind
of hand vigorously brushing dandruff from a shoulder

Some unfortunate through no fault except being themselves
seen as not worth the trouble of getting to know
reassuring myself that others would never think of me this way
yet begrudgingly accepting the opposite has probably happened

Troubled off and on by this dark twist of human nature
I’m compelled once more to pull out the dictionary
look up the word in its various inflections
where I quickly discover the connotation defined as “oddball”
causes me to laugh out openly with relief
knowing all too well how strange at times I can be

Recalling the many souls I’ve gotten to know over the years
and how each has had some quirk of personality
allowing them to easily share with me the distinction

And in this I realize...take comfort
in that we’re all in our own way “flakes”
grown upon and fallen from the scalp of God
and in humbleness can only hope he never gives us the brush off

© 2007

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05/08/2007

Posted on 05/08/2007
Copyright © 2016 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by A. Paige White on 05/08/07 at 11:03 PM

Of all the people I might be concerned would give me the brush off... God isn't one of them. From one flake to another... It's quite a view riding on the shoulder of God. I'm quite content with that little definition. Thanks for sharing! I KNOW I'm flaky. But like a snowflake, nobody elses DNA is quite like mine so I'm a rare flake. I really enjoyed this.

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 05/09/07 at 12:36 AM

Hi Chris, and well said. There is a sobering side to eccentricity. Odd behavior can flourish only in a tolerant society and that it often produces radical new ideas by virtue of its willingness to cast off accepted norms. Blessed are the cracked, for they shall let in the light. Bravo! Thanks.

Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 05/09/07 at 03:47 AM

Blessed are the flakes, for they shall redefine the world! Dandruff is an interesting image...I've always thought of myself more as a breakfast cereal :-)

Posted by Joan Serratelli on 05/09/07 at 08:56 AM

I have alot of friends and one daughter who are hopeless flakes- Ilove them because they make me laugh just by being themselves! Very well expressed.

Posted by Bruce W Niedt on 05/09/07 at 02:23 PM

I enjoyed this, especially the last stanza that leaps to a hilarious cosmic analogy. Reminds me of an old one-liner joke: "California's like a bowl of granola - whatever's not fruits and nuts is flakes!" d:-)

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 05/09/07 at 09:36 PM

LOL!! Wonderful analogy! God's mercy surely is extended to all who will receive it.

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 05/09/07 at 09:37 PM

I've suggested this for POTD and have placed it on my favorites list!

Posted by Katerina T Nix on 05/10/07 at 07:13 PM

Awww, this is so sweet, Chris! Haha, thanks for making me laugh.. AGAIN! Great read and well done. -Kat :) I am proud to be the dandruff beside you.

Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 05/12/07 at 05:58 AM

Better flake than fake! Great write, esp the last stanza what a way to put it~

Posted by Rowan Luis on 05/12/07 at 04:42 PM

oh! How this made me smile so wide! thank you thank you thank you :D

Posted by Coleman Demiurge on 05/13/07 at 09:03 AM

As the undisputed kind of all flakes, I do thank you... This philosophical look inside the word and meaning was, indeed, a joy -- very nicely done! ;)

Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 05/13/07 at 07:08 PM

as long as oddball is the worst i find myself being, i figure i'm doing pretty well.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/18/07 at 07:08 PM

Oh, this is a nice exploration of the word and the ending two lines are just delightful and upbeat.

Posted by Ulyss Rubey on 05/22/07 at 08:28 PM

We would still be apes without the flakes.

Posted by Alisa Js on 06/12/07 at 06:09 AM

Isn't that the truth! From your lips to God's throne.. .aloha

Posted by Ken Harnisch on 11/06/07 at 07:47 AM

The last stanaza rocks Chris, set up by the rumination in the rest of the poem. A great POTD. Kudos!

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/06/07 at 09:54 AM

I'm happy to see this as POTD and that last stanza will help me hold my head up high today! Ha!

Posted by Charlie Morgan on 11/06/07 at 12:52 PM

...what are all those people above saying?...wahhhlll, it is/was a wonderful ponderace o' the subject o' flakes and/or flak-ology...chris, we have met the enemy and he is us...wonderful lil' pic o' human-kind[and/or not so kind]...too much! peace, chaz

Posted by Michelle Angelini on 11/06/07 at 02:59 PM

Good thoughts Chris. CONGRATULATIONS on POTD! I enjoyed the way you took it from the supposed use, to the dictionary definition, to the heavenly thought.
~Chelle~

Posted by Charles E Minshall on 11/06/07 at 05:43 PM

Congratulations on poem of the day Chris from one flake to another.....Charlie

Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 11/07/07 at 03:13 PM

haha well I guess it's a matter of whose head you flake off of...? Charming introspection and musing. My favorite aspect is the hesitant investigation and self doubt involved, it is palpable and draws one in sympathetically and poetically--right into the dictionary with you, to share sighs of relief.

Posted by Meghan Helmich on 12/19/11 at 08:28 AM

Funny, I always call people 'flakes' if they regularly disappoint...like cancelling plans last minute without telling me, not following through on their promises, etc. I never thought it to refer to 'oddballs.' Thanks for the other perspective.

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