Archive for Poetry
{ August 18, 2008 @ 12:06 am }
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{ Poetry }
{ Tags: culture, life, love, love at first sight, men, people, personal, Poetry, random, random thoughts, relationships, thoughts, women, writing }
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Is he really
full of intense passion?
Driven by power
and capable of maddening
jealousy over his
one true love?
Could he love
a nurturing and
stubborn spirit who
desperately craves his
passion?
A deep and loyal love,
a fierce stubborn streak
shared by two
souls who looked beyond
a crowded room and took a chance.
Strangers seeking something
they haven’t yet found,
a destiny already written
or yet to be determined.
Building a bond
of affection and trust,
appreciation of form.
The possibilities of
what it would be
to come face
to face.
A smoldering look,
two lost hearts
finally seeing what
they’ve been
desperately searching for.
{ June 13, 2008 @ 2:35 am }
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{ Poetry }
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Here are two poems written by my son, Ryan, who is autistic. He wrote both in class, all by himself (small victory!) They are the words of an eight-year-old, and made this mommy’s heart swell with delight.
Summer Sizzles
Hot sun sweaty,
warm sunny sunshine.
Summer is cool!
Bike
Riding my bike fast.
Wheels spin around and around.
Wind blows really hard.
{ March 14, 2008 @ 5:50 pm }
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{ Poetry }
{ Tags: Autism, parents }
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Autism’s Mom
Your long lashed eyes avoid my gaze.
Your 8-year-old hands, held like winter mittens because it’s “hard to hold them the normal way.”
You ramble about your favorite subject; school busses with air brakes, stop signs, and flashing red safety lights.
You line up your baseball cards in the “special order” that no one else knows.
You need to escape from the complicated world of social rules and expectations.
You are at peace while you sleep.
I dream of your future.
I pray for God to give me the strength to persevere into the next day.
{ March 14, 2008 @ 5:35 pm }
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{ Poetry }
{ Tags: Autism, Poetry }
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Feeling It
Blocks lined up not by size not by color; Autism order.
“My special order,” he said. “I feel it.”
