Although Iím slow, Iím thankful I can read.
Still, I would like to find a way to show
how much my dull, dyslexic eyes impede.
Iím thankful I can read, although Iím slow.
When I take little bites, I do quite wellÖ
without too much distraction. Something lights
my understanding, and it starts to gel;
I do quite wellÖ 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.
Thatís why the poems I write and read are short.
Iím grateful Iím not stupid, though Iím shy
of breadth... and depth... of facts I might import.
The poems I write and read are shortÖ. Thatís why.
© MLee Dickens'son
(Daniel J. Ricketts)