Eileen Manassian Poet Free verse

I Play a Requiem

I play a requiem	
The notes follow
The path of my tears
Down my stricken face
A requiem
For what I carry in my heart
Passion that has died
Leaving no hope for revival
Now to be enshrouded
In layer upon layer
Of misplaced trust
Deceitful dreams
And infertile words

I mourn, I weep
I rend my clothes
And keep
A vigil in this empty chamber
Of my heart
Guarding the dead
Beating my chest
In time with the requiem
That plays incessantly in my head
As I walk along the bier
Refusing burial rights
Hoping for a miracle of light

The requiem plays on
And I sit in a stupor
Exhausted...spent
Tears soaking my gown of mourning
Unable to make sense of it all

What will I do now?
How will I go on?
Without the beat of my heart
Without my little words
Without my passion

I play a requiem
embellishing each measure
with note memories and tears
A requiem for the dead
The impetus for me
To live on....

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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Richard D Seal August 26, 2013 at 5:55 PM Everybody Hurts (Sometime) R.E.M. if your looking for a tune. You'll always have your passion my ittle Desert Orchid, I've no doubt of that. Take care, Richard Richard D Seal August 27, 2013 at 6:10 PM I try not to let the hurts in to often now. On rare occasions, very funny haha. Obviously a subconscious desire and what better way to go lol. Eileen Manassian August 26, 2013 at 11:27 PM Yes, I am well aware of the song....some of us just hurt MOST times...those of us who have X-LARGE hearts! I suppose for you, Mr Seal, that song would go...Everybody hurts...on rare occasions! Ah...I have vented enough. Thank you, Richard...I suppose I will carry my passion with me to my dying day and go out with a bang! ( oh dear!!!) Why must I always write things that you can misconstrue! ;)

Eileen Manassian August 24, 2013 at 10:43 AM These words touch my heart! Excerpt from It was Not Fate by Wiliam Moore: I want the night to be long, the moon blind, The hills thick with moving memories, And my heart beating a breathless requiem For all the dead days I have lived. When the Dawn comes -- Dawn, deathless, dreaming -- I shall will that my soul must be cleansed of hate, I shall pray for strength to hold children close to my heart, I shall desire to build houses where the poor will know shelter, comfort, beauty.

Richard Lamoureux August 24, 2013 at 1:58 AM Based on this one I would say your heart words and passion are very much in tact. Very powerful piece. Eileen Manassian August 24, 2013 at 10:47 AM Well, they took a bit of a blow lately, but I think I'm ok now....I think so...Life...it is never a smooth ride, is it? I need to swimming...I need that vacation in CYPRUS! SOON! Be still my heart! Thanks for the visit....

Karen Anglesey August 23, 2013 at 9:32 PM Such great writing and gripping on so many levels. The last lines just made it a spectacular read. Eileen Manassian August 24, 2013 at 10:48 AM Karen, you definitely have the gift of encouragement! I so value that in a person! Thanks, for being such a great support!

Donna Jones August 23, 2013 at 4:03 PM Pain on paper.....wow...mom.....:-) hugs Eileen Manassian August 24, 2013 at 10:49 AM MOM.........HUGS! LOVE your avatar! LOVE YOU!

Charmaine Chircop August 23, 2013 at 3:10 PM Misplaced trust/deceitful drreans and infertile words..So stromg these emotions penned Somehow i do feel an aching heart and it pains me..lLet the beat.of your hesrt ablaze with passion.Its those little words which makes you special. Eileen Manassian August 24, 2013 at 10:50 AM Empathy is a gift from God, Charmaine. You are blessed with this. My heart is touched! HUGS!

Poet Tacito August 23, 2013 at 2:53 PM A massacre of emotions here. The toll seems so high. It seems this requiem could use a little chrous from serenity. Strong writing! Eileen Manassian August 24, 2013 at 10:50 AM Drake, You're the DJ.....Give me a tune!