While Listening to Mozart’s “Requiem”

Amid the falling stone I walk
The sky unfolds itself pearly gray
Almost within reach, its beginning is beyond vision
Fields of immaculate white
Stretching in front of me like a sea of clouds

An eternity rests here in a decaying graveyard
For nothing seems alive but my breath
Stone graves groan under snow, guarded by disfigured stone angels
Old, crumbling and beaten, their carvings are barely visible

Between the white and the gray
I am a black butterfly
I listen to the stillness throbbing and palpitating around me
And contemplate an oak tree

Its branches entangled and entwined©
And columns of smoke rising from a far chimney
Quivering against the pearly gray
I am alone in the whiteness
All alone

A wilted daffodil shivers on your grave
I take it; leave you the warmth of my touch and a secret wish
Sleep distant star; no light shines from your face
No sound escapes from this mute stone
Nothing but the whiteness
Nothing

– Imen Benyoub

Author: Jamie Dedes

Jamie Dedes is a Lebanese-American poet and free-lance writer. She is the founder and curator of The Poet by Day, info hub for poets and writers, and the founder of The Bardo Group, publishers of The BeZine, of which she was the founding editor and currently a co-manager editor with Michael Dickel. Ms. Dedes is the Poet Laureate of Womawords Press 2020 and U.S associate to that press as well. Her debut collection, "The Damask Garden," is due out fall 2020 from Blue Dolphin Press. View All Posts