The Janitor

The Janitor

An indescribable practitioner is the janitor in the science hall,

for the lent years of repetitiveness has allowed him to hone his art. 

The janitor knows not to speak to the professors.

The janitor knows not to hassle the students.

Instead the janitor partakes in the science of laconism 

never ushering a single concise sentence to any human being

or even the most peculiar lab rat. 

With his dust broom the janitor will sweep up the fallacy of the lecturers,

swiftly poking the dirt underneath the shadows of anamnesis.

But still the janitor will never ask for any sign of recognition,

instead he will watch people come in and out of tangency around him.

Sometimes some stay stagnant in the foreground and watch him work,

while others keep their heads down and walk through the walls. 

Still the janitor does not care for the snickers of colleagues.

But from time to time the janitor would listen in to the lectures 

he would hear the correct names for all the flowers 

and exactly how they got their exquisite colours. 

He would hear the teachers go on about the stars,

and how excited they got when talking about the enticing nebulas 

 "the sweet sent of far away planets."

The janitor just laughed to himself. 

For every time he got out of the science hall he had walked home.

In the night sky he could see the star cluster Eridanus radiate,

gleaming so effortlesslytlsy along with Lyra, Cygnus, Puppis and so forth. 

 Yet the janitor knew knowing their names never made the site any more

...spectacular 

On his way he always picked a Lotus Flower from the university garden

never once referring to it by its proper name "nelumbo nucifera"

but just simply called it beautiful. 

Author's Note

I aplogise for falling back on my RR's and I havne't been reviewing as much lately. I recently moved into an apartment and the interent hasnt been hooked up yet until tomorrow, in which I will be sure to read through all my RR's. I am publishing this actually at a starbucks by in a bookstore. This is very diffrent for me, but please leave a comment and I promise to review your work tomorrow as soon as I get internet!

Reviews

[Barbara Walker]

I like this piece. Surrounded by all that supposedly superior knowledge, the janitor is wise in his own right. Well done!

[Forest Green]

I was a janitor's assistant as a young lad...oh, the work, the dust, the mops, the desks, the constant rooms needing more....!

What a great piece of writing...!

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the story. In the end. Life is simple. We know beauty with our eyes and thoughts. Thank you for the amazing video and strong words. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Yheela]

A lovely poem, beautiful even.
Simple things are never to be frowned upon.

[Lost in Wonderland]

Cole this has to be one of my favorites of yours. Such a wondeful story told in this poem with a lovely ending. He appriciated the beauty even when he gained the knowledge, I think society could learn a thing or two from this janitor. Truly and amazing piece:) Great job! 100
God Bless
~Mickey

[Waelboy]

Technically, i felt i wanna stretch my hand and reach him!

[Lily Mae]

A deep enjoyable read..xo

[Corset]

I love the concept of this write, the janitor who cleans up messes, far more intelligent than anyone gives credit for, sets aside titles and ego to do what most would find themselves too "good" for, choosing that life simply because the beauty of life is not in a name or a title, but in the way you give yourself and in the way he knows every single job has purpose and meaning, especially the hard work, hard work that you do with your hands builds character, such a farming, janitorial etc...hard work can clear the mind and soothe the soul.

[Mockingbird]

i like the image of the janitor. he just keeps to himself but absorbs the education of that wing. then he is able to see and appreciate the things that he sees in the real world. it also shows how people act like he's invisible just because he's a janitor. they don't realize that he sees and hears everything that's going on. excellent poem.

[MOON]

Different but lovely , like a short story and so true beauty needs no name to be valued and appreciated and it is for all.