Alien

This piece has been begging me to write it for a very long time; I finally relented and gave it voice today. A big thank you to the model Tempast Wulf and Theron Kendall for use of the photograph.

Alien

 

I am, it seems an alien,

Who, is never quite at home.

Living the life of gypsies

I’m a wanderer on the roam.

 

The earth always accepts me

All the creatures do embrace.

People turn their backs on me.

None will look into my face.

 

Men see me unapproachable.

Women think I’ll steal their men.

I hide my face, cover my eyes,

I hope to elude their den.

 

I have tried to hide up in the hills.

And have hidden in plain sight.

The trees give me safe haven,

The creatures help and set me right.

 

You would think I am a monster,

By the way they look my way.

Never fully quite at home

An alien regardless of what I say

 

 

I have my food and a shelter

Nature comforts and gives me care

But the people run away in fear

Their approval they will not share

 

Alone in this world so bright

Not a soul who can see me

They walk right past and cast disdain

When a mere hello would free me

Author's Note

"Morning...Keep the streets empty for me"

Reviews

[J Todd Underhill]

Well hello fellow Denverite! I am impressed your work as well, so much so I would love for you to call my radio show tonight and share. We are on www.kzkoradio.com at 8pm the call in line is 303-386-3598 the show is World Poetry Open Mic and we can be found at www.worldpoetryopenmic.net I am glad we have met on here and love your work, your presentation and personality!

[Veronica Chandler]

Thank you...High praise from a published poet! I gobble it up! I am painfully shy but how could I resist such an invitation. I look forward to this evening, bear with me if my voice should crack.

[J Todd Underhill]

No worries, just pretend you are talking directly to me and sharing the piece for me and only me ;)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i see this being about street people...and i find it is very hard to turn away from them...most of us are one paycheck away from having nature be our only shelter.

stirring work.

[Veronica Chandler]

You hit the nail on the head Jacob and I appreciate the review more than I can adequately express...