An Autistic Poet and the World that I See

It’s been quite a while since I spoke last. 
3 months ago; wow, that’s in the past. 
I had an inkling, a thought to try. 
Something brand new, I hope this will fly.
I’ll do this a few times, do things in rhyme. 
Between the episodes, to fill in the time. 
So you are not waiting for the next time I post,
Time to get started, I’ll begin with a toast. 
Welcome to An Autistic Poet & the World That I See.
Found only on, Autism and Education; Science and Me. 


I hope you like this mini-project. I am currently writing the next episode. It's just taking some more time. 

Transcript

An Autistic Poet & the World That I See

It’s been quite a while since I spoke last. 

3 months ago; wow, that’s in the past. 

I had an inkling, a thought to try. 

Something brand new, I hope this will fly.

I’ll do this a few times, do things in rhyme. 

Between the episodes, to fill in the time. 

So you are not waiting for the next time I post,

Time to get started, I’ll begin with a toast. 

Welcome to An Autistic Poet & the World That I See.

Found only on, Autism and Education; Science and Me. 

Inside My Brain

If you look inside my mind,

What do you think you will find?

Jobs and chores, ideas from all day long. 

Sounds pretty normal, what could be wrong?

A mind and a computer are one in the same. 

But the computer in my brain is such a big pain. 

Let me explain why it’s a mess. 

To hopefully remove some of my stress. 

No computer’s complete without Web Browsers

Much like an outfit, a shirt plus some trousers. 

Your browser has tabs open, jobs to get done, 

You close them when completed and move on to some fun.

But what if your tabs never close quite completely?

Can all of your jobs get done nice and neatly?

Or what if each tab leads to more jobs to finish?

Well then, nothing gets done, nothing will ever diminish. 

My tasks may be over or new ones arise.

But when one’s completed, I get a reprise. 

My tabs that are closed open back in the Web.

Which means that my problems never will ebb. 

Because I keep thinking, my thoughts will come back,

I’m not done with anything, so cut me some slack.

I wish I could focus, put things out of mind,

That’s not how I’m wired, so I’m in a bind. 

I always return to thoughts I just had. 

It’s why I think reflection is bad.

Your jobs are finished, they return never ever,

Unlike my jobs which I can’t seem to sever.

This is my brain, for good or for worse. 

It works at times, but sometimes a curse. 

Okay. We’re done get out of my head. 

This rhyming is tiring, it’s time for bed.