Anybody here write poetry and maybe want to share it?

Maybe a weird thread that's somewhere between icebreaker and creativity group... but it could also just be a place to let off some steam really quick I dunno. My idea was that we could share some poetry we've written and maybe discuss it with each other, but I understand if that's asking a lot since we're not all anonymous here. And with no intentions of gatekeeping or judging by style or skill or what have you - it doesn't have to be professional, and you don't have to have done anything with it or intend to ever do anything with it, hell just make something up right now on the spot to vent or whatever. That's all I want this to be.

To keep it 'relevant' the subject could be about autism or how we've been misunderstood, how you interpret certain things due to autism, anything like that... but not necessarily, I don't see why we couldn't just write whatever we feel like. And again, there shouldn't be any barriers due to skill level, perceived or otherwise.

Perhaps some of us are writers/would like to be and we could exchange feedback on each other's poems. Or you can specify you're not looking for critique and you're just having fun/venting. Maybe I'm alone in this but I just enjoy the ways words can be put together and the various ways the same phrases can be interpreted. I love writing, especially if it means being able to evoke emotions in other people and particularly if it conveys to them how the world looks to someone like me.

Here, I'll go first with a personal favourite of mine, short and sweet:

I used to call them fairies;
those little drifting clumps of fluff like the seeds of dandelions.

Even now I see them sometimes and think
"fairies"
and I wonder briefly if they're alive.

And even now I see myself sometimes and think
"fairies"
and I wonder briefly if I'm alive.

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  • I wonder if clouds get lonely,
    I said, amongst the daffodils,
    They don't stop to chat to others,
    Just drift across in silent dreams.

    Are the stars bright or clever,
    Are they the twinkle in our eyes,
    All across is patterns and scatter,
    There is darkness about this matter.

    I lay amongst the golden cups,
    And smile at the beaming rays,
    So old the light yet new,
    Light moves in mysterious ways.

  • Very dreamy and lovely. It sounds so relaxing, makes me jealous as my mind rarely stops racing haha! But also yes, completely, "wandering lonely as a cloud" I remember. I think I can empathise.

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