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sorenbarrett

He was a peculiar man, that found lies an unnecessary burden on the back of his memory
His small house had no space for hatred and he had thrown it out long ago
Unable to see colors or shapes he treated all the same, God included
Simple needs he harvested in his garden, creeping weed's desire for more never sprouted in his mind
His promises, hard rock do not bend in this plastic world of discardable trash
His hobby, mending broken hearts with old glue of compassion and hands of rusted wire
Neighbors, vested as charitable vultures had tried to recycle him to an asylum of unfitting pieces
Abandonment, his only friend sits at a set table awaiting where none attend
Here he shakes the only hand extended, a clock
He was a peculiar man

  • Author: sorenbarrett (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 19th, 2026 03:35
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  • Doggerel Dave

    ...And a peculiar poem... but there's something going on there I could... I think I'll have to wait for more poetic minds than mine further down the thread....

    Thanks Soren.

    • sorenbarrett

      Thank you Dave for the read and comment yes decided to shift style and content in this one. Appreciate the visit old friend

    • nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

      simple deep and poignant enjoyed the read

    • Katie B.

      This is lovely and moving. A man alone, unwanted in this world with the only hand extended to him the clock (love it). Also love "old glue of compassion."
      Excellent write, Soren and a definite fave. Well, done!!

      • sorenbarrett

        Thank you Katie for the review and comment it is as always most appreciated

      • Friendship

        Nicely done, you painted a picture of the man's simple life and the contrasting greed of society. Yet he is so selfish.

        • sorenbarrett

          Thank you Friendship I appreciate your read and comment they are most important to me. Yes we are all selfish in this world of that there is no escape

        • arqios

          In a sense we are all peculiarly ourselves and somehow that is a strength and a distinguishing mark of individuality. It seems though that for the most part these qualities are no longer in vogue; personality cloning can be such a compelling thing these days. 🕊️🙏

          • sorenbarrett

            Thanks so much Cryptic for the review. You are dead on in a world the sends conflicting messages about individuality and conformity we are caught in the middle. I appreciate your words my friend

            • arqios

              That is so true, Soren. Most welcome 🕊️🙏



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