A poem by Jason Branch, sophomore Psychology Major
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Dorian, sorrowful and somber
Locrian, peculiar, queer
Unusual in your prime
Yet I am forever captured
Notes drifting
Bobbing with each hit of percussion
Rhythmic, yet unpredictable
I am inspired by your individuality
Minors, majors, flats, sharps,
Composing is second nature to you
And while I may find flowery words
I cannot compare
What if I were to lose my hearing?
A voice cannot penetrate deafness
Vibrations can, so I plead
If I become undone, do not let me forget your melody
I confess my love in tiger lilies
You encourage me with harmonics
I feel brave, so I toss a peony to you
While you unfurl as a lotus may do
Yet as I try to bloom a rose for you
You turn away, your melody abrupt
I do not know the reason,
Fearful, I am to ask
I journey farther than I likely should
Chasing after echos of a song I know too well
I hear it every night
Is it possible your declaration is of the same nature as mine?
I cannot bear the suspense any longer
So in the safety of my quarters
Away from jealous eyes
The rose blooms and flies to you with a message
Do you love me like I have always loved you?
My sunflowers were flirtations
My magnolias a confession
The seedlings took root in my heart long ago
If you were to come to me
Playing the lay that I’ve come to associate with you
The outcome would be auspicious
For you perhaps, though I know not where you stand with me
Return to me so that I may pursue
The heart which I long for
Which no matter whether I have yours
I will grieve its loss all the same
And perhaps if the soil favors you when you come
You may try to nurse a tulip, I will accept that as an answer
And if my ears can manage something by your arrival
I will have a ballad of my own to serenade you with
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