“A requiem is meant to bring comfort.” - Mack Wilberg
The New What’s Going On blog is prompting about “Rest”. I’m sorry but my rest is rather restless, or rather, a rest that comes after great turmoil. A Requiem (Latin: rest) or Requiem Mass, also known as Mass for the dead (Latin: Missa pro defunctis) or Mass of the dead (Latin: Missa defunctorum), is a Mass of the Catholic Church offered for the repose of the souls of the deceased, using a particular form of the Roman Missal. This was the inspiration of my “Rest” poem.
Requiem
Requiem,
Requiem Aeternam…
Burying all traces of desire
Deep inside my withered body
I cling to words;
And words my only comfort.
Interring deep in dark, dank soil
My heart’s small broken pieces
Images of my fantasies save me
From the grasping claws of madness.
Requiem Aeternam!
As earth envelops slowly all my hopes,
Requiem
As the sun vanishes once again,
Requiem
As the darkness claims me for her own.
Enshrouding dead dreams
Requiem
As the sun vanishes once again,
Requiem
As the darkness claims me for her own.
Enshrouding dead dreams
In palls woven of crescent moonbeams
I clutch only a cold memory
Of an embrace long ago.
Inhuming my follies,
Your smile, your eyes, your body,
And only reason, mute written words,
And only silent words to save me.
Requiem Aeternam,
As dark night falls
Enclosing softly all my longings,
Requiem
As the illusion dies once again,
Requiem
As the tears flow,
Only to freeze
On my death-cold flesh.
Requiem Aeternam,
I clutch only a cold memory
Of an embrace long ago.
Inhuming my follies,
Your smile, your eyes, your body,
And only reason, mute written words,
And only silent words to save me.
Requiem Aeternam,
As dark night falls
Enclosing softly all my longings,
Requiem
As the illusion dies once again,
Requiem
As the tears flow,
Only to freeze
On my death-cold flesh.
Requiem Aeternam,
Requiem…
Eternal rest I crave!
My flesh to save,
As I dig my grave…
Requiem,
Requiem,
Requiem Aeternam...
Eternal rest I crave!
My flesh to save,
As I dig my grave…
Requiem,
Requiem,
Requiem Aeternam...
Here’s the poem set to music, and you can find all my music in my “Otidorchestre” channel or listen to it on YouTube, Spotify, Amazon, Deezer, Flo, Pandora, and other music sharing sites.
Please be aware that there may be a slight delay with the uploading of music on some of the above music sites. YouTube is usually the most rapid to upload.
"Images of my fantasies save me
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So painful to think of the one being buried still grasping for life--or is this a person dying? I too would crave "eternal rest." Rest from all the desire and words that block peace. I couldn't find your song, but will come back to hear the tone of it later. Provocative writing.
Yes, the final rest, as we walk towards the sunset this has to be our only desire. The sadness touches deeply.
ReplyDeleteThis poem really impacts the reader with its tone of darkness and despair. I like the lines "Enshrouding dead dreams in palls woven of crescent moonbeams" - very lovely imagery. I can feel the longing for a surcease from pain which can manifest in thoughts of death. I like the interjection of Latin phrases, as a lapsed Catholic, they are very familiar. Powerful writing. You got right into the skin of your protagonist.
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