Post Requiem

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Post Requiem

Postby titian dj » Sun Feb 06, 2011 1:52 am

ONE

Trampled sorrel follows the wind;
prickly pears and crushed olives
stain Stoupa's lanes and nourish
the scurrying field mice.

Bitter gourd and limes grow in line
beneath a yellow window frame.
They shiver and spin near scented mint.

Close by,
a young man stands alone.
He bruises basil leaves
between palm and fingers.

He inhales;

eyes close.

TWO

Through an arch of amber stone
a girl admires Messinia's bay.

Sea spray clouds her eyes
as red tiles sprinkle salts
over a baffle of shrubs. Tidal gusts
cool her studio when tears
gossip with the waves.

In Mary's garden she nips a rose
from a parched vine. The Spartan air
blows through sacred acres
like an omen of ruin.

Three

A storm protracts,
and in between the eye and eyes
they remember the carpenter's promise
and wait for the sweep of rain.
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Re: Post Requiem

Postby steffen » Thu Jul 07, 2011 6:56 pm

Hello Titian,
This poem along with The Nightjar were published early this year. They are both moving, truly extraordinary in their profound humanity. Like all good poetry, they deserve to be read over and over again. They were my inspiration in writing Vultum Tuum, Vultum Tuum, Domine, which I include in the Posted Reply to The Nightjar.
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Re: Post Requiem

Postby titian dj » Sat Jul 16, 2011 3:10 pm

Thanks again, Steffen

Requiem was written shortly after we attended the funeral of our best friend, Rab. Two days after the sacrament we were sitting on a terrace in Greece, Stoupa to be precise, when I felt the urge to write something. My wife was still crying and on more than one occasion we had to explain why. The locals thought I was mistreating her. When they discovered the real reason for the tears they couldn't have been more helpful. I used the garden and country imagery as a guide in an attempt to convey the depth of our emptiness. It's funny how you can feel lonely even when you're surrounded by the people you love.

Tough one to write, but rewarding in many ways.

Take care,

Best,

Bri
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