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He would walk eleven paces

Do a twirl and touch the ground

When he was ten

Or he felt bad things would happen.

 

He could not step on the cracks

Of the pavement so

He leaped from gap to gap

Followed by the erratic

Clicking of his fingers.

 

The people on the street

Would see him

Twirling, clicking, leaping,

Bending down to the ground

Again and again

 

And they would yell

"Look its that weirdo

Hey coady give us a spin"

But coady never answered.

 

And years later, after lustral and ritalin

All the symptons receded

To inhabit his skull instead

Forever.

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melanie coady

Tue 6th Sep 2011 23:09

amazing hun xx another brilliant piece of writing xx

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Elaine Booth

Tue 16th Aug 2011 15:16

I think the lower case for your name is very telling of where you were then, who you were to yourself. I'm another idenitifier with this. Actually it has touched me more deeply than I care to say. Well, I have just said haven't I?! Thanks but in a way not thanks - I hope you know what I mean.

Its really good. Says it succinctly and has the ripples of meaning - you can read it over and the impact just grows.

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Laura Taylor

Tue 16th Aug 2011 10:11

Connected with this - mine consisted of everything I did with my physical body having to be symmetrical, every single action of every second. If I didn't get it 100% symmetrical, those actions would then need to be repeated. Also coughing in a certain way that hit a certain high tone. To be repeated if not hit correctly. Kicked it all into touch around 9 or 10 - occupied so much time and was driving me seriously mental. Like I wasn't already ;)

I absolutely love this Kealan. I also see parallels with observing the self in 3rd person. Kept a diary in 3rd person for years. Gives it that remove, doesn't it?



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Andy N

Tue 16th Aug 2011 08:27

very, very sad kealan but really enjoyed it..

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Francine

Mon 15th Aug 2011 18:40

And I echo those sentiments as well, Kealan...
Lately you have delved to a deeper level of consciousness without so much anger, and it is powerful. I knew children like this too, and I have always had an affinity for them - to help in any way I could.

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Ann Foxglove

Mon 15th Aug 2011 18:32

I found this very moving Kealan. I too think your recent work has been interesting and good!

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kealan coady

Mon 15th Aug 2011 16:28

there are reasons ray, the lower cases are not accidental

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Ray Miller

Mon 15th Aug 2011 16:14

Call me old - fashioned but why capitalise the beginning of each line then fail to capitalise coady, lustral, ritalin?

"so he leapt" would rhyme with step.

It's "receded". I think to finish on "instead." would be neater.
Enjoyed the poem.

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