Dear WetAshes ,
Great poem, the kind I was looking for when I did a search of poetry offerings of this particular genre.
Wow, do I know these feelings and all too well. I went in search of other WDC writers to see what’s been shared in poem about ADHD which after many thousands of torments I’ve finally been diagnosed with something I was unknowingly afflicted with all my life. Now, maybe, I can stop chasing my own tail. And usually it’s with words like you have constructed with "Full Circle" .
You come out swinging with "New pill. Better Focus?" You get right to subject, which makes me respond less to the craft of your poem but its content.
The struggles seem to be handled by meds, but can you get the right prescription? Can you find a way without pharmaceuticals to reorder a brain? You add, "Another shot of medicinal hocus pocus." I wouldn't say it's magic, but research and testing find things that work. But, it's a legitimate grip for those struggling to get the right prescriptions and doses to help untangle that mental mess.
The third line refocuses the skew of this effort almost immediately. It's part of the process with ADHD. Things don't come out in the right order. It's okay as long as you are getting these beautiful expressions out. I relate when you say,
"I try to hold a thought.
The mental Etch-a-Sketch
Awkward, like forming a circle
With those two little knobs..."
What a perfect and useful image. This is truly the centerpiece of your poem. You could in fact be working on two themes here. What you wrestle with is a poem unto itself, based on this one metaphor about that could be compounded, added to in some sort of progression. I would say forget the rest of what you write, but start a poem with just that section and add some of the below. It truly lends to the mind and character that reaches many who suffer and those who could at least mentally visualize the struggle.
You did misspell Descartes, needing an 's' in the following lines
"I fancy myself the mind of a philosopher
Marx, Descarte, Hume, Emerson, Can’t
I’d like to concentrate on them long enough
To really really really understand.
But I just Kant"
I see that you are making a play on words. This is something that is deeply psychological that even you might not realize is going on. It's something I've realized I have done for many years. I felt dumb growing up and knew I was smart, but couldn't prove it. I would learn a few details about something to sound like I am smart. In a round about way, you may be alluding to this. I think this would go over your readers heads. It might serve as an inside joke for highly functioning ADHDers like you and I. It has a place if you aim is that community. I might note that writers who become famous have works like this analyzed more deeply to find that hidden nugget about Can't/Kant.
Here we start the gibberish talk that can really serve the purpose of explore a mind getting untangled and every word, utterance that sounds silly or illogical would actually fit in the affected one's mind set. It again would not play to your neurotypical readers who look at things in the black and white, where you and I are visiting all in the gray that seem colorful and glorious and freeing to us. I applaud you for the spirit of this verse:
"Bandit raccoons, erect nipples
the monthly raspberry sauce
or was that last nights' dessert topping
Interesting scribbles, wiggles, and swiggles
Zig zag zig zag zig zag
Hold that thought"
I like how you tightly summarize and refer back to the pills from open. This does make the poem whole in essence and functional as is. It's still raw and can go in many directions. You have a poem seed within a blooming poem. The seed could blossom a much greater flower, which I have suggested above. Here you complete the poem:
"The pill’s kick’n in
I'm start’n to grin
I believe I’ve made a circle!"
We don't like the pills but realize it's necessary. Liked the apostrophising and the tone of that ending, too. It's a bit of irony. It's a bit of grumbling that necessarily goes with the territory of someone who is attempting to cope with the condition. It to me says a, few things. It's going to take some time. Living with ADHD after diagnosis leads to a lot of learning and understanding of oneself. First, you are writing about it. Perfect therapy, great way to express and get it all out...plus a resulting review...AHEM! But, the grin. Yes? The grin is the thing. I learned the medication released a lot of burden at times when I was heavy and sinking to new lows. The struggle with ADHD leads to depression. You are fortunate to have meds and acknowledging it. It will get easier. It will never go away, unfortunately. Hopefully, it will be a quirksome personality you learn to develop, live with. Hopefully, by learning and acknowledging, people will recognize this person as they are and accept them for being difference. It is a tough route in life to go. I lived too long without diagnosis and missed out on so many friendships and better opportunities in life. But, never too late.
It's been some years since this was written. I hope that things have gone well. And, for others reading this poem and review, really dig hard and consider people like us. We get anxious, we rant, we regret and want do-overs and feel the vitrol the worst from others. When we are diagnosed and on meds and doing the work, we can become functioning members of society, acceptable and worthy. It means a lot to see those open arms rather than rejecting frowns. And it's not just ADHD. People suffer from multiple factors that diminish our capabilities daily. We need the strength to overcome. With determination, we find our way back. What holds us down is misunderstanding, labeling and rejection. I'm all-inclusive as I can possibly be. I hope others give those who struggle a chance.
Brian
Super Power Reviewing Group
I'm not auditing my own piece this time for "WdC 2023 Birthday Review Raffle - CLOSED" , which is a summary of suggestions made here. There are at least three and not just about writing.
I also am legally blind and reserve the right to not edit my words, as a 1500 word plus essay on a poem inside of an hour was worthy and time well spent, in and of itself. |