Pantun: Almost an Elegy
By: Licorice-Sama
Author's Note: I've been planning this for awhile, but I *finally* was
inspired enough to write. God bless you, Lorca. This is a little
pantun/pantoum for Koichi. If he had died, it would be an elegy, since I am
reflecting on his "death," but he didn't die, so hence it is "almost an
elegy." My best poems come out of form, and this is one of the forms I am
most comfortable with. (I hate Shakespearean sonnets, and have yet to
attempt a Petrarchan sonnet, but other than that nonsense, this and the
sestina are my favorite forms!) So that's all you need to know: it's form,
it's about Koichi, and it's "almost an elegy." Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon or related characters, that belongs to
Bandai and whatever other anime companies care to claim it. I am not making
any money off of this, and it is strictly for fan-related purposes only...
just a little bit of fun, no copyright infringement intended!
***
Pantun: Almost an Elegy.
No starlight to reflect in your tired eyes.
Your dark tresses are spun of illusion.
Although you stand here, exist,
the reality is that you are not.
Your dark tresses spun of illusion
are no match for your dark twin.
The reality is that you are not,
but reality's façade is fraternity.
You are no match for your dark twin.
He is too callous, and you too serene.
But reality's façade is fraternity,
and emotion is blood that stains the water.
He is too callous, and you too serene.
So, you have the darkness and he the light.
Emotion is blood that stains the water,
and he would drain himself of it to be near you.
So, you have the darkness, and he the light:
The incarnate balance of Taoist theology.
Although he would drain himself of it to be near you,
you are ready to accept your illusory fate.
The incarnate balance of Taoist theology,
and you stand here, exist.
You are ready to accept your illusory fate
without starlight to reflect in your tired eyes.
***
NB: Like it? Hate it? Wonderful? Pretentious? Didactic? Sentimental? Well,
give it a review, and remember: I avidly gobble up, and ask for,
constructive criticism, but I frown on flames. Oh yes, the inspiration to
finally write this poem came from reading one of Lorca's poems entitled
"Shinto." You can find it in his book SUITES, or in the "Federico Garcia
Lorca -- Selected Verse" compiled by Christopher Maurer. Nous t'aimons,
Monsieur Maurer!
READ & REVIEW... please?
"Man is condemned to be free; because once thrown into the world, he is
responsible for everything he does." ~Sartre
By: Licorice-Sama
Author's Note: I've been planning this for awhile, but I *finally* was
inspired enough to write. God bless you, Lorca. This is a little
pantun/pantoum for Koichi. If he had died, it would be an elegy, since I am
reflecting on his "death," but he didn't die, so hence it is "almost an
elegy." My best poems come out of form, and this is one of the forms I am
most comfortable with. (I hate Shakespearean sonnets, and have yet to
attempt a Petrarchan sonnet, but other than that nonsense, this and the
sestina are my favorite forms!) So that's all you need to know: it's form,
it's about Koichi, and it's "almost an elegy." Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon or related characters, that belongs to
Bandai and whatever other anime companies care to claim it. I am not making
any money off of this, and it is strictly for fan-related purposes only...
just a little bit of fun, no copyright infringement intended!
***
Pantun: Almost an Elegy.
No starlight to reflect in your tired eyes.
Your dark tresses are spun of illusion.
Although you stand here, exist,
the reality is that you are not.
Your dark tresses spun of illusion
are no match for your dark twin.
The reality is that you are not,
but reality's façade is fraternity.
You are no match for your dark twin.
He is too callous, and you too serene.
But reality's façade is fraternity,
and emotion is blood that stains the water.
He is too callous, and you too serene.
So, you have the darkness and he the light.
Emotion is blood that stains the water,
and he would drain himself of it to be near you.
So, you have the darkness, and he the light:
The incarnate balance of Taoist theology.
Although he would drain himself of it to be near you,
you are ready to accept your illusory fate.
The incarnate balance of Taoist theology,
and you stand here, exist.
You are ready to accept your illusory fate
without starlight to reflect in your tired eyes.
***
NB: Like it? Hate it? Wonderful? Pretentious? Didactic? Sentimental? Well,
give it a review, and remember: I avidly gobble up, and ask for,
constructive criticism, but I frown on flames. Oh yes, the inspiration to
finally write this poem came from reading one of Lorca's poems entitled
"Shinto." You can find it in his book SUITES, or in the "Federico Garcia
Lorca -- Selected Verse" compiled by Christopher Maurer. Nous t'aimons,
Monsieur Maurer!
READ & REVIEW... please?
"Man is condemned to be free; because once thrown into the world, he is
responsible for everything he does." ~Sartre