Classroom Poems 3/23
March 23, 2022
Ode To One I Know
To be one who yearns for intimacy
Though afraid of touch,
An existence made by a person’s spite
Upon an innocent soul
Latibule
As all the sounds of reality
Become too much
I retreat into my skull
And sit at my piano.
Hands held in front of me,
What others see as floating hands,
I feel keys moving under the force of my hands,
What they experience as silence, in relation to my hands
I hear a beautiful symphony.
What they know as nothing,
I know as my latibule