That’s Why
Although I’m slow, I’m thankful I can read. Still, I would like to find a way to show how much my dull, dyslexic eyes impede. I’m thankful I can read, although I’m slow.
When I take little bites, I do quite well… without too much distraction. Something lights my understanding, and it starts to gel; I do quite well… when I take little bites.
Somehow, a word-filled page confuses me; I tighten up or panic. Though I vow to plug away, ere long my mind will flee. A word-filled page confuses me somehow.
That’s why the poems I write and read are short. I’m grateful I’m not stupid, though I’m shy of breadth... and depth... of facts I might import. The poems I write and read are short…. That’s why.
© MLee Dickens'son (Daniel J. Ricketts)
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