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The Outsiders

by Glenn Currier

Blurry bodies on the fringes
of my determined path
sometimes they move from
the grog of my parietal regions
and bump into me
awaken me
from my quotidian drowse.

Then I see them.
They are old, sad, uninspired.
They have stopped growing.
They inhabit the dark regions
of orthodoxy I abhor.
They are content to fossilize
sit and watch the world go by.
They are waiting in their pews
for the arrival of the grim reaper.

They are not enlightened
like me.

They, they, they.
The mote in their eyes
the plank in mine.

What toil
to view clearly
the narrow vision
the long deep ruts of my path
my highly enlightened orthodoxy.

What piece of patience
can I find for my fellow sufferers?
What blinds me to their beauty
their common humanity?

Here I sit in the throes of reflection
trying to liberate and ready myself
to join them.

09/08/2010

Posted on 09/08/2010
Copyright © 2024 Glenn Currier

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 09/08/10 at 09:52 PM

...glenn, [for you and paul] Pogo was right, we have met the enemy and he is us...as you pass by are they bumping into you, perhaps you bump them as much...i think that is what you're saying...so how can paul say 'never join in'...you're a charter member[of humanoids] great write, great.

Posted by A. Paige White on 09/08/10 at 11:09 PM

...and what a beautiful job of reflection you have done by baring not only yourself but your reader as well. I know just what you're talking about in this. Had to stop myself from posting a comment asking for kindness when the "walmart" post inspired some remarks that seemed a bit less than kindly given... I just tiptoed away quietly without participating 'cause I know my request would've been met with at best, silence, at worse, more attempts to correct an imbecile. Anyway, I love this because I relate to it so very much.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 09/09/10 at 02:21 PM

the sheer beauty of the language of this piece alone, my friend, would suffice one but then you lavish us with an exquisite combination of philosophy and psychology and if that was not enough, you dispatch us merrily on a expedition in query and to pose ourselves, if we are islands ( ever thus to remain disattached) or destined to be part and parcel of all the herds of humanity that has been and is to be.

Posted by Charles E Minshall on 09/22/10 at 06:13 PM

I do like all of your poetry Glenn.....CharMin

Posted by Ann Mills on 02/08/11 at 12:28 PM

I especially like the mote and the plank: this is one of my favorite bible passages and, for me, sums up the struggle in our human equation you conveyed so beautifully throughout.

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