He was born onto jaded earth;
viewed as tragic root
within mute drift of winter's robes;
set amidst trees in somber rows
casting their gaunt shadow slant.
Stigma evolved from silent seed,
varied from spring hues
by tones of lydian wisdom
well beyond his years of being
until greenness feared
a shade of sensitive blue.
He blossomed in pastures still cold-
growth without a sound,
with quiet veins in constant swirl
questioning frantic pace of world...
departing in rush from hushed ground.
Across the dearth of founded paths,
soft sorrow intrudes
where bark bleeds for hearts in sopor,
amidst the shallow breath of summer.
...Souls unable to appreciate
the soothing veils
of boreal solitude.
Author notes
By Blue Rew~autistic adult with two autistic sons
*lydian: gentle
**boreal: Of or relating to forest areas of
the northern {north}Temperate Zone,
dominated by coniferous trees such as
spruce, fir, and pine.
***sopor: A deep, lethargic, or unnatural sleep.
Written about & dedicated to
the autistic children of the
world...Nature knows & loves you
offering in her tones~necessary solitude.
Males are dominant in this spectrum,
out-numbering females five-to-one.
In a list
A contest entry
- ~Autism - Seeing The World Differently~ by Fug-azi.
1600 points, ended August 1, 5 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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each time I click on a poem I fear that I will not be able to understand and do justice to the poet. your poem is lovely emotion wound out with the ending that solitude is a gift.
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I left school before we were able to thoroughly study autism. I've always been fascinated by it, and have worked with young autistic kids. I have known some that'll break your heart, seeing the intelligence struggling just behind the eyes. This poem is especially heartbreaking, it's so very beautiful. You have a beautiful heart Blue, and I'm glad to share a little of it here with you today.
Blessings to you,
Jin
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Love your use of the word "jaded," meaning dulled by overindulgence. As enjoyable as a child's babbling and first words are to parents, the first communicating words of an autistic child are treasures, worth more than gold. It would be difficult to express the pricelessness of such a gift to someone who has not labored for it, wept, prayed and labored more, uncertain of reward.
Excellent "mute drift of winter's robes."
Impressive magery of the unaware/unaffected as tall, somber, and marshalled in their ranks of uniformity, looking 'aslant' at something different or unexpected. Stigma can be attached to silence, as well as difference.
"Lydian wisdom" puts me in mind of the unhurried contemplation that can be lavished on even very small items of focus, while peers are busily and noisily rushing about.
Beautiful "He blossomed...without a sound," "questioning frantic pace of world." Excellent "deperting in rush from hushed ground." For one of ours, it was as if a switch had been thrown, he began speech quite late, but basically in full sentences.
"Where bark bleeds for hearts in sopor" reminds me of children who still do not speak, still have not found the path that leads from silent dark of root to perception's greens and blossom into communication. Also, for conscious 'normal' hearts that choose to ignore the growth of reaching out to others and seeking to understand.
Our world's pace necessitates escape to "soothing veils of boreal solitude."
Beautiful metaphors and imagery, and gentle alliteration.
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For this, I have difficulty giving words...I feel the sweetness of the souls, how much they are understood, this cruel world...my brother could very well be the subject of this poem, it speaks so absolutely...It says so much of autism, revealing it at its most tender and clearest level...A truly valuable addition to this contest, if only it could be read and understood by all.
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This is exactly the kind of thing that makes me admire you so... You are not only a gifted and lovely woman [and wife and mother...] You are fearless in tackling the obstacles that torment [your own family] and so many others... The only way to gain understanding and acceptance is to hit it head on... Without a thing to hide...
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You are amazing....
I just commented on the contest on how I feel I am just not strong enough to enter,....My son is 27 and severly Autistic...He is a treasure to myself and our family but I rarely write about him or his condition because I am so sensitive about the subject due to happenings throughout his childhood that left scars on this mother's heart...After reading your poem, and crying, I feel I should be able to be as strong as you seem to be and put the pain aside and just write my heart out....but I never have been able to....I admire you...This is beautiful...Bookmarking,.....
Lynda
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Lynda, we have touched base before with our writing and
now I find something that makes me feel even more
connected to you. I have two autistic sons, both young.
The youngest is just now going through the horrible
tantrums and has been taken off of gluten. My oldest is
doing wonderful and can read two grade levels ahead.
Autism is life without filters...everything gets in.
The need for "alone Time" is very compelling and we
arrange our days to accomplish that as best we can.
We are fortunate in that what we live with is on the
mild side of the spectrum. I hope you continue to find
strength instead of pain, hope instead of grief.
My blessings to you...thank-you so very much for your
wonderful tribute to my thoughts. Blue
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WoW this is stunning,
I am a nurse and I was
thinking of entering this
contest, but after reading
this heart touching piece of
poetry, I think not. I couldn't
match these words in a million years.
Outstanding written. What a way
with words, you have. Truly amazing
piece you have penned. I think you
won a GOLD !!!
Loveandblessings2u & yours always
Joyce
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Wow...astounishing ...I loved every word. (thanx for the def. those were exactly the words i didnt' know..lol) This is a well written poem. I personally love it
good luck btw
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