NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 26, a Poem, Feeling and Outsider Art
Feeling
I am an outsider which is
different from being an outcast
An outcast is shoved aside, cast away
Either physically or emotionally cast beside the road
Oh they let me mingle but really have nothing
to say with me. They don't tell me why
they feel disposed to shy away deep down the feeling of truth, I am different
- Photos and Poem Copyright © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
- Photos: (they are mine, copied from my computer screen as referenced below)
On the screen were several very interesting drawings of Karin Gustufson. She gave us permission to use them on our posts, providing we give her credit (much due for these wonderful drawings). I do give credit to "Karin Gustafson--all rights reserved".
You can see these and more at the "Outsider Art" link below or here.
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- I'm linked with Outlawyer, aka K or Karin Gustufson, at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Outsider Art, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/04/outsider-art.html
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- also to Day Twenty-six of NaPoWriMo, http://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-six-3/
Labels: art, Free Verse Form, NaPoWriMo 2017, People, Poem, Real Toads
posted by Jim @ 4/26/2017 01:04:00 AM
10 comments
10 Comments:
Jim, thank you so much for the very kind words about my drawings and thanks for putting them to such good use. You have made a really interesting distinction between the outsider and the outcast, which seems also to be about hyporcrisy! You describe the isolation so well. Thanks so much for participating and with this poem. K.
Oh, I so understand this. There is absolutely nothing wrong with being different.
I wonder if this is something most folks struggle with -- I know I do.
The human mind is such a complex thing. I, for instance, love being different. I am more me than anyone else, and I find that to be glorious. But like your poem suggests, too many people suffer because they feel (or they are made to feel) that they are too different to be accepted. I wonder what makes a person see being different as a curse while others rejoice in the gift.
To be an outsider without choice is terrible... many chose to mark themselves even more different instead of trying to adapt.
I think society can be cruel sometimes. We are taught to be like others and when we are not it can be painful. Sometimes embracing what is special is the best gift we can give ourselves. And sometimes maybe asking others "WHY?" can be insightful too. Your words really moved me. Big hugz, Rasz
Different is my favorite. I wish the world felt the same. This is well done.
I suffered from being 'different' as a child and young adult, and longed to be able to conform – but never could grasp how to do that. As I got older, I became glad to be me – and then, paradoxically, found many others like me. :)
a stark contrast ~
Oh but different is so much better than the same!❤️
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