Question:
What do you think of this poem?
Dead folk hero tunes played on her beta.
Each day she worshipped his music,
with a certain sense of fusion,
till they were both off the radar.
He was her favourite predator;
reactionary till he found the cliff's edge.
While they looked on over the hedge,
he slipped over the rocks.
As the tick-tocking of the clocks,
slipped him over.
She wrote his obituary.
Confounded and confused, she mused
about his whereabouts.
He didn't care about,
both sides going on now.
He only made a vow to his guitar,
till he burnt out his offerings,
with starlit nights, fire and the strains
of the citar.
Best Answer - Chosen by Asker:
first (but not foremost) "citar" is spelled sitar. I like something about this poem very much. There is a delightful cheerfulness about it.
But I dont know WHO the "he" is that she's talking about. Presumably the man in her life romantically. "Till they were both off the radar" is my favorite line. I wonder if it means, they broke up.
"Cliff's edge" should NOT rhyme with hedge. Dont ask me why.
I feel I could put my arms around this poet and give her comfort.