A Heart of Songs (My Farewell)

I hope this is a good way to say goodbye. I may have never known you, but I wanted to pay my respects. Rest forever in peace.

There once was a man who turned the tables

On a life that he’d won from the start,

And his inspiration taught a young boy

To play the chords of his bat-lightning heart

Strumming the sizzling summer heat

And tapping the wood of the willow,

The instrument sang of a soft melody

That’s touch was as soft as a pillow

The skies fell upon the horizon,

And darkened as it grew near ---

But the boy still played a luxurious song

For all of the world to hear

He wrestled the notes with his gentle fingers;

A shade of snow painted onto his skin

So that the song played like a falling dream

Around a story that was becoming too thin

The mourners were but pure, white roses

That threw themselves into the wind;

But the heart of songs still played strong,

And this was simply not the end

A stolen bud, an unpaid departure

Had anonymously bid a farewell,

For the boy’s euphonious heart was certainly not

The last place where his love would dwell

He stumbled upon each of his roses and planted a sweet kiss,

And the dew of the morning sparkled brightly with great bliss

On each and every white rose’s

Brilliant new pair of lips

There once was a man who turned the tables

On a life that he’d won from the start,

And his inspiration taught a young boy

To play the chords of his bat-lightning heart

Author's Note

If you see any grammar or spelling mistakes, please tell me. Also, if you liked this piece, I'd love to see what you think about it. Thanks!

Reviews

[sharonlee]

Thought provoking imagery... a pleasure to read.

[iNSOMniAC]

Thank you! c:

[The StoryTeller]

Wow, I liked this piece. It really gives an ode to those in the world who are unknown yet have done so much and mean something to someone, even in their obscurity. The person reached out and touched people's lives and inspired the heart of songs to continue to play. He made a silent farewell, not wishing to hurt them with his departure, but he stopped for each one. I think this was beautiful, and like I said,m illustrates those who are true heroes and have done so much for the world throughout their lives but have or are obscured. This did have a deep meaning, and I liked it.

[iNSOMniAC]

Thank you! I appreciate the time you put into reading and reviewing this piece. My comrade's grandfather passed away recently, and I wanted to pay my respects... so this poem was born. xD Anyway, thanks again!

[The StoryTeller]

No problem, I really liked it. I actually think I'm going to add it to my favorites library. Great way for a new poem to be born, but I have one question: Comrade?

[iNSOMniAC]

Comrade? Oh, well... I don't use the term "boyfriend" because it sounds a little juvenile to me, so instead, I use words like "comrade: and partner."

[The StoryTeller]

Oh, okay, I understand. :p Comrade is a really good term for that.

[iNSOMniAC]

Mhm. Wait, where did you find it? I just read through my poem again, and I didn't see it anywhere...

[The StoryTeller]

You said it in your comment. :p

[iNSOMniAC]

Oh, oh! Right! Sorry, my head's kind of clouded today. xD

[The StoryTeller]

No problem my friend, no problem. You're part of my group right? I love your comment in "What Makes Me Happy?" I haven't been able to individually respond to it yet, so here it is. I also love to write (as you've noticed from me on here probably) and I love to read. Reading is an escape into another world, that is not full of pain, or if it is, that I can get lost in and not have to face my own reality. Which is also why I write books. I also love to draw, paint, etc. I'll see if I can get some art of mine scanned through my printer and posted into my photos on here soon. It helps me to relax, and know that if I can create something beautiful, I am beautiful. I also like solitude, being alone lets me truly be myself and be with myself. I love outside and nature. My old home (not the better one I'm in now) I would have burned down if I could. I agree, hit the ground running and get as far away as possible. But you have friends on here like me, so be happy. :)

[iNSOMniAC]

Yep. :)
I'm happy when I get to talk to everyone here, but I still need to get away from this house - it will never be a home to me.

[The StoryTeller]

Well, like I said, hit the ground running. And if you ever need someone to talk to, about anything, anything, you can talk to me okay?

[iNSOMniAC]

Alright. Thank you.

[The StoryTeller]

No problem, I'm always here whenever you need me. :)