I’ve had some lovely responses to a fledgling poem called Dead Squirrel posted last week. Since then I’ve been extremely inspired and of course, poetry is fast becoming my new ‘special interest.’ A huge thank you to all of you, and a special wave to Sophie Herxheimer – for a dream crit from a National Poetry Day Ambassador no less! Please catch up with all Sophie’s brilliant projects and achievements here.
I find that although my topics are at present quite varied I’m extremely interested in articulating my experience of being autistic. I can see this becoming a thing. So here is a new poem I’m working on. Again crit is welcome.
The logic of not having any
(on late autism diagnosis)
“The unusually logical approach to life can be both a positive and a negative attribute.”
In the middle of life I find
that I am the odd one.
Yet, unusually logical
I spill at the ballet recital,
a concert or a play,
and at dumb advertisements,
which cause my eyes to leak.
I take a scythe
where others linger in the maze,
wasting time and getting lost.
I drum inwardly,
as meetings meander into jolly rambles
worthy of horning on our hiking boots!
Though crisps and sour booze
could be had at home.
Was that the point of it all?
Unusual logic confers
the cross purpose.
And I, rarely finding myself
on the same page
sit and fiddle, playing catch
with my short attention span
until it’s time to leave.
© Sonia Boué 2016
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