These letters dance, spun too fast,
hopping spaces, changing places,
coming apart, re-assembling
in dyslexic dosido.
Their glee-filled, false steps kick aside
punctuation's too-stern stops,
undoing its stressful beats,
with a quick slip, dip and elide.
They make meaning a mean thing,
dressed loose in flimsy flowered shift,
and force my eyes to linger long,
caressing its rounded shape.
— Francis Scudellari
3 comments:
Quite intriguing poem. Had to re read to fathom its meaning. I don't want to say it as I may appear dumb if I got it wrong. (winks)
My father is Dyslexic, and I am not sure if this poem is literal in a description of that condition, but it sure is a lovely way of describing some things I've imagined my father going through.
How intriguing that you would compare this mantle of clinical diagnostics: "the condition dyslexia" to dancing. And it really works.
@Jena The meaning is always shifting :)
@Andy The poem is definitely not a literal description of dyslexia. I have moments where I read too fast and experience a kind of dyslexia, but I don't want to characterize the problem beyond what I experience. For me the letters appear to shift before my eyes, and create alternate meanings. That's what I tried to capture in the poem.
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