Published on 12, July, 2020
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.
If I could post words onto the screen
That I write would then be seenI
've seen I can, it just takes time
To appear on screen the words I rhyme.
I only found this forum last night, so this is my first post, please forgive me if it's to long, i tend to waffle. I'm 68yrs old and always wished i could be artistic in some sort of way, but have never done anything.
I heard of a group that was being financially backed by our local health authority, aimed mainly at people with 'problems' or those like me, who were alone and sat all day with only 'the four walls' for company. We did any sort of creative art, painting: writing; sculpture etc etc. It was sort of like, art on prescription. Because of Covic we had to meet on Zoom, then loss of funds meant it was closing. But then i had an email from the organiser to say she was trying to keep going. I wrote this last week, as a reply to her email.
................. The Email.
I've had an email
Not one from Tesco telling me of their bargains
Or not even the usual one offering to let me buy a timeshare in Nth Korea
But this email came from Helen at CA
She's starting a new group and invited me to join
I hope she hasn't added my name by mistake
The last time we spoke, she said i had to leave
Well, she's to polite to say that. But she reminded me, there is only so much budget
And i'd had my share, and now was the time for her to help new budding artists, that need her
So after reading the email, i'm back
I can paint some pictures; do some doodles, or write my thoughts
I thought i'd start with some writing
It's Saturday, i've had a lousey day, and i'm stressed out
I've had heating engineers here all day, fitting a new Combi
I hope it's going to be worth it
It may not work by the end of the week, if Mr Putin decides to cut off our gas
Why i'm stressed is, i'm no good with people
I'm Ok while hiding behind the computer, i can talk then
But not in real life
Especially when they're in my house for hours and hours
What do you say ?..... What do you do ?
Am i suppose to sit in the kitchen with them, in case they need help
Or do i keep out of their way.
Do a make them a coffee, or a cup of tea. Then i'd have to ask, do you take sugar
Am i expected to feed them,
Should i make them cheese butties for lunch ?
What do other normal people do ?
Why is it so easy for others to socialise and chat ?
Why can't i be like everybody else ?
The men have gone now and i have my house back, with a shiney new boiler
I should have had it done in the winter, we seem to be getting warmer weather now
It's Sunday, i need to finish this off
After yesterday, i've been so tired, all i've done all day is lay on the couch
I've been thinking this week, considering, offering my spare rooms to some refugees
They have nothing and need help
But if this autism leaves me feeling like this, after only one day with strangers in my house
What would i be like with, a family who were fleeing from war.
I hope that wasn't to long for a first post.
Bill.