Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Potentially Waiting

 [After 350+ poems, who’s counting….]


Context: This reflection is a portrait of autistic temporality, anticipatory anxiety, sensory vigilance, and meta-awareness, capturing how a simple wait becomes a cognitive and embodied epic. Its  the layered experience of being autistic+ADHD (AuDHD); how the mind loops back on itself in preparation, observation, and reflection; how even stillness is saturated with motion inside. Something as ordinary as arriving for an event transforms into an intricate internal process, filled with precise timing, sensory tension, and ongoing mental calculation. Many AuDHD folks like me, experience heightened sensitivity to time, environment, and social context, not as an overreaction, but  as the everyday reality of how our minds and bodies move through the world.



POTENTIALLY WAITING


Observed start time: metaphysical.


POTENTIALLY, my mind thinks I’m gonna be sooo late.

INHALING, internal urgency, I might miss everything.

EXHALING, every what-if knotted into my chest.

DEFINITELY, I left with hours to spare for the meeting, just in case.


POTENTIALLY, I’m way too early.

INHALING, the loudness of silence in a room not yet occupied.

EXHALING, the weight of showing up too exactly.

DEFINITELY, first by a statistically significant margin.


POTENTIALLY, time is not moving.

INHALING, I’m just waiting and waiting.

EXHALING, the theory that time is elastic.

DEFINITELY I’ve aged three internal years.


POTENTIALLY, no one minds the flickering light.

INHALING, the flicker overhead pretending to be still.

EXHALING, once, twice, don’t look again.

DEFINITELY, it’s Morse coding its way into my amygdala.


POTENTIALLY, I’ve sat too still for too long.

INHALING, the numb buzz creeping up my back.

EXHALING, stimming I hope no one notices.

DEFINITELY, my body is sending status updates I never subscribed to.


POTENTIALLY, everyone else seems chill.

INHALING, background noise pretending not to be foreground.

EXHALING, the urge to catalog them all.

DEFINITELY, I’m indexing each throat-clear and chair-squeak like a crime scene analyst.


POTENTIALLY, I’ll forget this whole feeling.

INHALING, the illusion this moment will fade.

EXHALING, into a future that always remembers.

DEFINITELY, I’ll relive it at 2am during an unscheduled brain audit.


POTENTIALLY, I’m overreacting.

INHALING, the question, again.

EXHALING, the answer, unchanged.

DEFINITELY, but what else would I be doing while waiting?


Estimated wait time: unknown.

Haiku

Hurdle crossed at last,
Anxiety hums below,
Relief meets baseline

Uncertainty

Not able to disengage from stress.
So much uncertainty.
What are the expectations of me?

Fractured Certainty

My mind’s like the uncertainty principle,
Thoughts race, no path is clear.
Anxiety spikes, I lose control,
In a world where nothing’s ever near.

Endless Strain

Grad school trials and endless strain,
Disability threads through each day,
I wait and wait to see what they want of me

Shrouded Weight

A veil of sorrow surrounds me.
What is the expectation of me?
Disability is a weight indeed.

Uncertain Fate

Will I be allowed to strive and thrive
Or always be left just barely alive?
Staying afloat, with hope so thin,
Struggling each day, just to survive within.

Overwhelmed

I feel overwhelmed today
Waves of doubt come crashing in.
Waiting on undefined academic expectations, I'm supposed to meet
Disability adds weight to my limbs,
And anxiety skyrockets within.


Disheartened

I feel disheartened today
Can the sun's rays chase the gray?
Grad School challenges run deep.
Disability already a minefield
How do I handle this?

Midday Muddle

There is a total solar eclipse today and Nashville lies in the path of totality.

A fun poem poking fun at bats and the eclipse. 
 

Midday Muddle
Bats take flight in solar eclipse gloom.
The day must had donned its nightcap, zoom!
A dance of glee, a faux night delight
Till sunlight peeked, they fled in flustered flight.

But do bats really come out during solar eclipse thinking it's night?


The idea that bats come out during a solar eclipse, mistaking it for night, is based more on anecdotal observations than solid scientific evidence. Bats use a combination of cues for navigation and determining the time of day, including light levels but also their internal biological clocks. While it's plausible that the sudden darkness of a total solar eclipse could confuse some bats into thinking it's dusk or dawn, prompting them to emerge, scientific studies on this specific behavior are limited. However, there are reports and observations of animals, including bats, exhibiting unusual behavior during solar eclipses, such as birds falling silent or nocturnal animals briefly becoming active.

It's worth noting that not all bat species would react the same way, and the extent to which they become active would likely vary depending on the local environment, the species, and the specific circumstances of the eclipse.

#RandomActsofKindnessDay


 

There is some irony in the hashtag. Today is

#RandomActsofKindnessDay

On this day, we tweet and we post.

Hashtags to flaunt, kindness to boast.

A day to be kind, as if it's a task.

"Do good deeds," our social feeds ask.


But why, oh why, do we need  reminders?

Is kindness so rare, that we wear blinders?

Shouldn't it weave through our daily thread,

Not just on days when hashtags are spread?


Should kindness not be our everyday quest?

Compassion the core of our heart's daily vest.

Lives have worth, without the #sign.

Kindness not staged for a digital reaction.

But the essence of our daily interaction.


A Complex Discord of Autism and ADHD

A Complex Discord

Autism and ADHD, a complex discord.
In one mind-body how do both strike a chord?

Autism seeks a world slow, steady and same.
Routine's embrace, stability it claims.

ADHD bored by routine, seeks a rapid pace.
Mind, chasing change, an endless race.

Risk averse autism craves the comfort of the known.
Risk taker ADHD, seeker of the unexplored zone.

Autism insists on the same tasks - present, future, past. 
ADHD craves for 10 new things each moment, a whirlwind cast.

Autism attention zooms inward- seeking comfort within.
ADHD attention flits externally - from thing to thing to thing.

In one mind-body, a battlefield unseen.
Autism's order, ADHD's ever-changing scene.

How can these opposites coexist?
Prefrontal Cortex, all in a twist?

Constant tug of war in this mind-body.
An unanswered quandary, how do I find clarity?

Crimson Fridays

 Feeling end of semester pressure #gradschool

If Blue is for Monday, then I assign Crimson for Friday

CRIMSON FRIDAYS


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Topsy Turvy

In the realm of the whimsically absurd
Logic takes flight like a fantastical bird
In a realm where the whimsical reigns.
Logic takes a back seat on this fantastical train
In a realm where logic takes flight
Find whimsy and wonder in the absurdity of night
In a world turned topsy-turvy. 
Where words dance and logic is quirky

 

Éphémère Joie and Time

This is a poetic reminder on the transient nature of time and inspired by Edith Piaf’s "La Vie en Rose,” and her other music. It encourages us to cherish each ephemeral moment, and be supported by joy. It explores themes of empathy, radiance, and the tenderness found in our shared human experience. Ultimately, it's an ode to seizing the present, holding tight to cherished moments, and discovering joy amidst life's ever-evolving tempo, echoing the optimism and rosy glow of "La Vie en Rose."


Éphémère Joie and Time 

(Ephemeral joy and time)


Dans la danse des jours,  a ephemeral fleet

(In the dance of days)

Les mois s'envolent,  moments so sweet.

(The months fly by)

Où sont passés les jours,  oh, so fast

(Where have the days gone)

Jamais revenir,  from the past 

(Never coming back)



Serre fort,  each moment just right

(Hold tight)

Soutenu par la joie, day and night 

(Supported by joy)

Le temps n'attend personne, c'est true

(Time waits for no one, its)

Nos vies valent la peine, cherish it anew

(Our lives have worth)



Dans l'étreinte tendre, a life of empathy
(In the tender embrace)
L'éclat d'âme, a radiant symphony
(The radiance of the soul)
L'esprit tendre chuchote, soft and clear
(The tender spirit whispers)
Chéris chaque instant, hold it near.
(Cherish each moment.)



À travers le temps, where memories beat.
(Through time)

Les mois s'envolent, leaving traces so sweet.
(The months fly by)
Serre fort, cher ami, let optimism anew
(Hold tight, dear friend)
Dans la vie en rose, find joy in you.
(In life’s rosy glow)