Autism
I am fond of looking up, every so often
To search for a trace
Or even just a crooked shadow
That might still be lingering amidst my sky.
For those whitest whips, curls and twirls-
Etched tenderly in my memory.
For that abandoned cloud who once danced
And swirled accross
My clear and crisp timebound morning.
It seemed too odd.
Too strange, too unique for some.
Yet, it is still that same peculiar cloud,
My eyes crave to chance upon.
That stubborn cotton mist,
Who swiftly sizzled away from my sight- too soon.
Though all that's left now is
A speck of its sweetness over my lips,
I am forever sheltered in this hunger-
Knowing somehow someday,
This darkness I see will shed
To let my smiley cloud out
And play in my sky again.
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Clouds
are beautiful in all of their manifestations. Lovely sentiment. raskin
Thank you.
Thanks for the comment Raskin!
I appreciate it! :)
Eric
~A New Way of Seeing~
Eric,
I have worked with autistic children. They see the world, like you were describing the clouds. Their perception is so unique. One year I taught 6th grade and had an autistic young man that loved to write. His works were genius. I encouraged his writing. I bumped into him a few months ago; he is in college and is submitting his works to be published.
Autism is becoming more prevalent, particularly in males. It is an opportunity to see clouds and images in a new way. It is not a disorder, it is a new order. Maybe autism is God's way of mixing it all up. When we can see like they see, we will find the cure.
Warm regards to a very fine human being and poet!
Kathy
Kathy,
Few days before Christmas, I had the chance to go back home. While on my way, I suddenly recalled a childhood friend who happened to be autistic. It saddened me that it was only then that I remembered her. I asked my mom about her and her whereabouts. Mom said that she died a few years ago. As I was pondering over the memories I have about her, I looked up and saw a lonely cloud hovering over me. Hence, this poem came about. :)
I'm happy you related to my poem and you took the time to post a comment.
I appreciate it deeply.
Eric
Mature poem
touching and tenderly written, with a relation to something as free and easy as a cloud - this is a beautiful tribute to the person you knew :) ♥
She was a unique
and beautiful person...
Too bad I did not give time to know her more...
Thanks for the comment! :)
Eric