Imagine

Imagine

A Poem by alternative_be
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Poem about living with dyslexia

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Imagine
 
Not being able to write
Are you ready?
Do you have a pen?
Yes, but not quite …
 
All the people
You know them
Seemingly
But, not quite
 
In this day and age
Schools are everywhere
But, not quite
For everyone knows
 
Little John
Attending school
Climbing a hill
Everyday, made out
Of letters, everyday
The same portion of
Alphabet soup
 
Many thoughts linger
Through his mind
He cannot write them down
Convinced he is
The only one
Left behind
 
To remember by heart
After all the lessons
He has learnt
Passing his exams
His diploma shining
On the wall
Unprepared
For the fall
 
Into the real world
 
 

© 2008 alternative_be



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A diagnosed learning disorder means gigantic obstruction in the development of every human. Though, I often asked myself if there areperhaps just incapable teachers who aren't recognizing the deficits of an individual and therefor they can't offer any appropriate educational concept? I mean, everyone has got something to offer and this way it is wrong when the cognitive learning is being categorized. It is judging, and the society doens't offer satisfactory models, so dyslexia people, e.g., in Germany, they end their education with the 8th or 9th grade, skipping into the labours jobs with almost no chance to jump out of their not (!) self chosen box; their artistical skills and talents might remain for ever undiscovered. Sad! I loved your command of language in this deep piece of work. I also adored the playfullness of the poem.
Little John
Attending school
Climbing a hill
Everyday, made out
Of letters, everyday
The same portion of
Alphabet soup --------------great stanzas, loved them all, I picked this one...so the little John was a dreamer, a small creator, he loved wind and weather and hills and rivers. He knew more about this universe......than every so called or what I call with my foreigner English - "House-mouse" kid, observing this world through the screen of his computer. In fact, the so called talented kids might become knowing just in a particular field and the dyslexia person would be the real knowing one, sensing the complexity of this univese by his or her direct experience in the uncountable observations of flora and fauna and hill and sun and their connection to the universe. Great write!


Posted 9 Years Ago


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I have known people with this problem and can truly empathize with these empathetic words. Thanks.
Light,
Siddartha


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I couldn't wait to get out of high school, hated it. Now I wish I would have realized the opportunities for those who have a good education. I sure would have paid more attention in every class, every day.

Very nicely done!




Posted 9 Years Ago


As disheartening as this reality is...
I believe you've captured it brilliantly.

We can only learn so much in school,
but to be prepared for the real world is
something else entirely.. and cannot be
found in books, but only by experiences.
Therefore "falling" is inevitable... and is a must...
in order to learn how to get back up and
walk again.

Awesome work! Truly...

Posted 9 Years Ago


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yes i have always known that schools sometimes are very hard job for some unlucky students ,i was sure they had some difficulty learning things that are very easy to others,those poor kids always pass unnoticed,and they usually drop early out of leaning classes,without being noticed ,i have always known there were some gaps in the teaching system ,those boys always pass unnoticed ,its really tragic,this is very serious matter i have always thought of that ,very nice and thoughtful writing,M

Posted 9 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

A diagnosed learning disorder means gigantic obstruction in the development of every human. Though, I often asked myself if there areperhaps just incapable teachers who aren't recognizing the deficits of an individual and therefor they can't offer any appropriate educational concept? I mean, everyone has got something to offer and this way it is wrong when the cognitive learning is being categorized. It is judging, and the society doens't offer satisfactory models, so dyslexia people, e.g., in Germany, they end their education with the 8th or 9th grade, skipping into the labours jobs with almost no chance to jump out of their not (!) self chosen box; their artistical skills and talents might remain for ever undiscovered. Sad! I loved your command of language in this deep piece of work. I also adored the playfullness of the poem.
Little John
Attending school
Climbing a hill
Everyday, made out
Of letters, everyday
The same portion of
Alphabet soup --------------great stanzas, loved them all, I picked this one...so the little John was a dreamer, a small creator, he loved wind and weather and hills and rivers. He knew more about this universe......than every so called or what I call with my foreigner English - "House-mouse" kid, observing this world through the screen of his computer. In fact, the so called talented kids might become knowing just in a particular field and the dyslexia person would be the real knowing one, sensing the complexity of this univese by his or her direct experience in the uncountable observations of flora and fauna and hill and sun and their connection to the universe. Great write!


Posted 9 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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