Cat in his tree

south paw a dyslexic cat...

most of my life has been withheld
 
I have trouble with this kind of spell
not believing in myself as a boy or man
no one to help me to understand

choosing only the words that I know
I search for the simple ones...
the words not kept from my left hand

they always say try! try! yes! yes! you can!
just sound it out, it's easy if you try!
A,E,I,O,U not so hard to do!!

wired a little different, made me alone
looking for words I was aloud to spell
this quest of words has taught me well

somehow I have gathered the way
all those years combing my brain
listing for the sounds afloat in the air

no structure intended, no rules to bare
rhyming without meter happens to me
all the sounds that are alike, spill free

my woe now aging,"the bane of my life"
freed by buttons under a screen of light
now I LIVE to breathe love and write...

to say, I love this lost cat in his tree
Is my new found will, sharing with you

                    ...poetry...

Author's Note

life with DYSLEXIA... Ralph Gorin created the first spelling checker
Here's to you Ralph

Reviews

[?]

Well, I like this lost cat too, looks like you might have found a home. I am one all about simple, simple words. I have a hard time expressing through words, mine is usually when I speak my mind or something, someone is always there to tell me I'm wrong, whether I am or not. So most of the time I say nothing, and just bury it.
And rhyming you do so well. This is sort of an inspirational piece to others that may have a problem.
Very well written piece. Loved the flow and the rhyming and especially the ending

[Deviant Works]

For someone who may have had trouble with words at one point in your life you have surely gained control over them now, Rossen. I found this insightful, brilliant, a tiny take on you and how you have come to be who you are now. Words can set us free and yet they also have the uncanny ability to choke us to death too. And your talent for words that sound alike is something many do not have and is very evident in your work. You lucky man you.:) I could not write a rhyme worth reading if someone was holding a gun to my head.:) But YOU have that wonderful power. The close to this poem was my absolute favorite part. And as a fan of yours I must say, "Thank you". Thanks for sharing, for finding your words and letting them flow in beautiful, comical, terrifying, heartfelt images for the rest of us to enjoy.

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

Simple words- I like the simple words. Aging is not a bane ..
Do I completely understand all your poem , no.. I do understand you seem to have found something that allows you to express yourself without worry of being 'wired a little different'.. aren't we all a little different? I hope so or what a bore it would be.
I do understand well the last two verses which i like so much :

"my woe now aging, the bane of my life
freed by buttons under a screen of light
now I LIVE to breathe love and write

to say I love this lost cat in his tree
is my new found will, sharing with you

... poetry..."

I am so happy poetry has made you find a will for breathing, loving and writing.

Chloe

[Rossen]

I don't expect most to relate, like to hear from ones that do..