I love the rain, its muffled sounds through the glass pane in the morning before the sun glows above the rooftops and spills into the room one slat space at a time. I love the practice of opening blinds each morning flooding life into empty rooms. Rain gives shape to the air, animates the motionless gray of the streets. It is the tiny cold tips of needles tapping my skin with a temporary chill, then sliding away as if it had never existed. Yet the sensation is still there – lingering – like the ghost of a discarded lover. It is the permission I need to let go as it washes away the to do to do to do, sweeping it away to rest in someone else’s yard, where they can pick it up and carry on.
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Posted in Book suggestion/review, tagged asperger's syndrome, autism, autism spectrum, Book Review, children, hyperlexia, Poetry, Priscilla Gilman, The Anti-Romantic Child on June 28, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
I began this book, as a mother of a child with Asperger’s syndrome, not quite sure what to expect. However, I quickly fell in love with how Priscilla Gilman related so much of her experiences to her most beloved poetry. As a reader, you can literally feel the perception shift in Gilman as she comes to terms with the special needs of her son by the way her interpretations of poetry shift. I could relate so well to Gilman’s experiences with her son. I was shocked, though, when I came across the page where Gilman describes hyperlexia because she was describing my son perfectly. It was because she chose to share her story that I was finally able to identify a mysterious piece of my son’s early development and could provide information on hyperlexia to his therapists and doctors. Through sharing her experiences, Gilman provided me with a new understanding of my son and new ways to relate to him. She opens up the discussion on how we come to terms with having children that do not “fit” others’ and even possibly our own definition of “normal.” Gilman shows the power of love to not necessarily overcome adversity, but to accept it as it is, embrace it, and even welcome it. She shows us that through the shedding of who we thought we were supposed to be, who we thought our children were supposed to be, a new way of thinking, a new way of life, a new self emerges. What was once considered anti-romantic becomes most romantic and beautiful through the acceptance of what is and a fierce determination to no longer allow others to define who we are or who we should be. Gilman not only becomes an advocate for her son but also for herself. She grows alongside Benj and finds strength and courage through his experiences and uses them to ultimately find her true self.
I believe everyone should read and will learn so much from The Anti-Romantic Child. We are at a point where excavating our authentic self is more important than ever, and it may just be that the children we’ve labeled as “special” are indeed so, as they are emerging as our greatest and most powerful teachers yet.
Posted in Poetry, tagged #aprpad, April 2011 PAD Challenge, equality, humanity, humanness, National Poetry Month, nonjudgement, poem, poetice asides, Poetry, robert brewer on April 18, 2011 | 1 Comment »
These words flow onto the page
in their own special way and my mind
is weakened by the idea of shaping,
paring, and fleshing them out into your
structure, into what you think is right,
when I’d much rather just let them be
*Day 12 of April 2011 PAD Challenge. Prompt: Write an anti-form poem.
The world might stop spinning,
the sun cease to exist,
the moon could crumble
but somehow we always forget this.
I would tell you the truth
if I thought it were true
that these weren’t the last moments
of what’s been me and you.
*Day 11 April 2011 PAD Challenge. Prompt: Maybe _______.
They are the words I’ve always wanted to hear and still you spill them
as if they are worth nothing. What place must you go to conjure up
the strength to say such things with nothing solid behind them, only air,
forgotten after your next breath and yet I sit here, their sounds tumbling
through my heart wanting to believe while my brain screams never again,
*Day 10 April 2011 PAD Challenge. Prompt: Write a never again poem.
Opened to the Table of Contents I run
my finger down the shiny page stopping
at my name. Across to the page number I turn
and see the title that came to me in a dream
and below the words arranged as my broken
heart and faltering hand had laid them across
a blank page a year ago today.
*Day 8 of April 2011 PAD Challenge. Prompt: A celebration…