a/n:
Normally I don't write author's notes, but the circumstances seem to imply that I should: I am aware that the publication of the following poem will seriously offend a particular person, and I would just like to point out in my defense that it was the last poem I had a chance to write her, and therefore she probably didn't like it all that much anyway. It is reproduced here only for its poetic value, and not for sentiment.
This is a response, immediately to a poem of her composition, and also indirectly to a letter which used the term 'hero'.
you called me once your hero
(poem / 2007)
of unwritten symphonies in minor keys.
and it sounded like a familiar refrain
I heard your heart beat
of the end,
and just when I thought it was the beginning
we fell in love.
and I was enchanted by your ways.
delighted by my accent,
you were a foreign beauty
when that planet was no more...
homeless, I landed here
unwritten symphonies in minor keys.
everybody who lived there could see
whose mind is his krypton?
a superman,
you call me a hero...
2 comments:
I'm a little confused, but I like this poem. The language is nice - I like the repetition of "unwritten symphonies..."
Great poems!
~Jasmine (tinkerbelle808 from pctyd)
I should also note that the original version of this (from The Duct Tape Book, which is basically the handwritten version of this blog) included a taped-on note which said something like "If you don't understand me, just look a different way". Maybe that's a hint. This poem does make sense. =D
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