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My life with adult (and childhood) ADD/ADHD. I was diagnosed in my 60's. I first took medicine for it then, and was blown away. I never knew my mind was that capable. I reveled in the feelings for a while. It was an unbelievable experience to hang onto a thought for longer than a few seconds (except when writing, as now). I was in awe of my newfound ability to actually look at a row of books and pick out individual titles and think about them. And, aside, part of being able to hang on to a thought while writing, is being able to go back, read what I have said, and be able to "pick up" the train of thought. Also, the predictive nature of typing especially... my fingers and brain have already agreed on the next thoughts and words. Anyway, after a while, I retired. The medicine was not good for my blood pressure, and, I wanted to let my creative brain play anyway. I miss the meds sometimes. Last night, for example, I read the same paragraph twice... simply because at the end of it, although I remembered the premise, I had forgotten the words. So, this morning, I went back and read it again... except... halfway through, I decided to write this... starting with some nebulous idea about having read the paragraph 2 1/2 times... Wonder what it says... Guess I'll go back and read it again. I really liked it... I think. Wonder what I intended to say when I started this.... Guess I'll have to go back and read what I wrote to find out... if I said whatever it was I meant to say... whatever that was... Oh well. Welcome to my world. • Donovan Baldwin

cozy little nook a fire and you and a book loving time we took ----- never was the one just someone who came along when i was needed ----- Oh, the twists and turns of life, And of love and desire as well, And secrets sometimes disappear Into to the past meaning little To the present, and yet... To share the path, to escape From the place where Love is not allowed, Secrets must be revealed, Old excursions, Experiments, Experiences, Made plain, And trust given. For the correct path To be followed together. ----- have you seen my scars know where gone and things i've done don't judge till you do ----- do not gaze shyly love's look should be direct and bold and returned the same ----- distantly watching old warrior poet nods at this bright new goddess in a swirl of pink orchid released as poetry making weary eyes weep with joy for he is happy that this jewel on his horizon has appeared before he's gone • Donovan Baldwin

we sit on the beach watching ocean's sunset show sharing poet's gold • Donovan Baldwin

one submits one accepts their love's not always black or white but many shades of gray • Donovan Baldwin

An impetuous lover is Lust, Touching, demanding, Pleading, praying, Moving from rough to tender, Yet with an eye on pleasure, And an ear for the next Gasp, moan, sigh, That helps him direct, His hands, lips, tongue, And undivided attention. • Donovan Baldwin

Compare to orchid or to rose More warm and beautiful than those, Pastel petals swirling, Unfolding and unfurling, This flower moist with dew That eyes and lips are drawn to. Blossom blushing with delight, Such a shy and pretty sight, The photographer zooms in As the morning dew begins, Posing this way, that way, sitting, As his finger keeps on hitting, The button that exposes Pretty orchids and roses. • Donovan Baldwin

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locks the chains herself in ephemeral bondage to her higher love • Donovan Baldwin