and then there is the
social problem of those
who have selfishly failed
to grow wings
and then they ask
for doors
and stairs
on the ground floor
which they do not in fact need.
all that they need
is
to grow wings.
(c) 2011 Nissa Annakindt
Aug. 17, 2011: I'm not sure what I think about this. It's kind of weak really, I'm going to let it age a few months and then tweak the words a little.
Update: I like it better now Feb 4, 2012, than I did when I first wrote it. I don't think it is weak anymore, and don't think it needs much in the way of re-writing.
Update again: am sharing this as my Sunday poem Dec. 16, 2012. As time goes on this poem has come to express for me what it means to have Asperger Syndrome (AKA 'autism spectrum disorder').
Shared on Poetry Pantry #128 on Dec. 16, 2012. Visit the link to explore many poetic things....
10 comments:
I love it!
"Squorisms" That's the permission thingy I had to type to post a comment. Hm...
This moved me to tears. Thanks for sharing.
I like the way you continue to work with this poem. Indeed the current version is VERY moving!
Your process... writing, checking back, considering the value... and the sharing of it is a helpful to fellow writers as your poem is illustrative of Asperger's. Thank you for sharing.
I like it as it is. Thought-provoking: you are right that it stands strong as it is.
I love this poem! It makes perfect sense - instead of accommodating to those who refuse to grow wings,let them grow some! Great thought!
I think this piece is perfect. Love what you have done.
grow wings, and be free.
a thought-provoking piece.
Thank you all so much for the kind words.
great piece - loved the way you have captured so much so concisely. The wings you have grown are wonderful indeed.
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