Odd Little Man Poem by John Allen Richter

Odd Little Man

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The world didn’t stop – street lamp glowing –
throwing – hues of light upon the corner’s darkness.
Walked I – walked I – right on by –
lest the man say “You there, odd little man –
with odd little head – why do you walk so fast? ”
Fast walk I, walk I, said I,
that in my stare step world
I should get on past – lest I
not see my footprints further.
To let me know I was here,
that something lived and I
did see the hues of the street lamp –
who didn’t cry itself to sleep,
but as I walked by I said softly
“you deserve to be loved.”
Nothing more than glowing cherry-red
footprints to show his existence now –
To know that once the warmth of his
hue made me feel real – something
other than odd little man –
with odd little head –
something other than just he
who nods gracefully, loviningly,
to those cruel others not even worthy
to light the lamp….
The beautiful, loving lamp.
And I hide in the shadows
until they leave or until
I lay down in his hue –
soaking up his radiance –
pretending it is my own….
and for just a moment –
I become normal.
Famine stricken,
ravishing love,
leaving dabs of cherry red glowing footprints
so I can find normalcy again tomorrow.
Will you hold my hand and come with me?
You make me feel normal.

Monday, March 23, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Valsa George 04 May 2015

We may be odd in the eyes of others.... but like the street lamp, we can leave our glow in many ways! So never look down upon any! When acceptance is given, even the odd turns normal! Insightful write!

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Jeannette Heywood 08 April 2015

Loved this. Great flow. Mischievous and yet soulful.

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Kelly Kurt 23 March 2015

A beautiful piece. Thank you for sharing. What is normal? : -)

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John Richter 24 March 2015

:) Why, the key to the universe - of course Kelly: Being loved. Thanks for sharing the warmth of your own lamp...

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