A different kind of poem, about a very real and close topic that most writers come to live |
-Mi Canto La Esperanza- by Keaton Foster Like some dope On his frayed rope Trying my best While Further I digress Deeper and deeper Off into the recesses Adding to the madness Senior mucho loco Fits nicely on a t-shirt Both front and back But that just not it I have lots to say More to find its way To be properly conveyed Mi Canto La Esperanza Hmmm, would you please Sing along with my song But only if you understand Only if you know such words Then stand up and shout Fight to be heard Just as many often do Let them all know Se Habla Española Be quicker and say The universal indication Of increasing dismay If that’s what it will take No Nyet Nine Nada whole lotta Play dumb if you wish If you don’t understand Or lack an ability to try to My secret, thus will be kept Does language even matter Or is context king on this road I guess I could have said it Spelled it significantly different Maybe Mon Chant D'espoir But if you ask me It lacks any panache Maybe I guess I could have said Ich Bin Ein Berliner But truthfully that won’t fit Because I am neither German nor a Berliner That’s not it Mi Canto La Esperanza Just seems to work out fine If French Is the language of lovers And German Is the language of certain madmen Then Spanish is the language Of people working at living People getting busy doing What always must be done For the sake of completion For the sake of preponderance I guess I could just translate I guess I could go from Spanish To some dead kings proper English But I won’t being doing that I’m in love with the idea Of people way out there Those beyond the page Those that I’ll never really know But know everything about me I’m obsessed with the idea Of them deciphering meaning Translating it both Literally and verbally For twisted writers like me Those few sacred loons Those undesirable to most Finding meaning and understanding Regardless of language and context Is like treasuring hunting in the dark Stubbing our toes as we go Cursing the god above and below Hating every minute Of all that we would never change Knowing as long as we persist Well find what it is we missed And what it is we were meant Mi Canto La Esperanza Yup I’ll just leave it at that… Mi Canto La Esperanza (My Song of Hope) Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |