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Giuseppe's Canzone
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Giuseppe's Canzone |
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jbstillwater Member
since 2009-07-03
Posts 216Albuquerque, New Mexico 
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Gatto Sophia sits. She licks his whiskered chin. He has fallen in his dreams; sleeping in his days, as grapes grow sweet in his fields of vine grown fallow. No cantina this year Save the one where he sits drinking grappa-soiled, til the sun sets, behind hills of neglect. . Beside the castle wall she lies. Morning vespers waft, he mourns the morning, singing that song, her favorite one, placing flowers high on marble engraved with tears. . 'I am not gone, just there. A whisper at the end of a prayer. Forget me now , the time will come. Our song of love once more we'll share.' . He cries. 'I can not find my life, my dear. The one I mis-placed just last year. I ve searched and yet can't seem to find. I 'll look again tonight, I swear!' . But he' ll drink this night 'neath an unseen moon, praying he can forget. Will she listen or see his barren field? Wasting the night, a stink on his breath, as the harvest waits for another year. Pray, the harvest waits for another year! . Tomorrow will come, he will visit again, placing flowers on marble-engraved. 'I am not gone, just there. A whisper at the end of a prayer. Forget me now , the time will come. Our song of love once more we'll share.' . He cries. 'I can not find my life, my dear. The one I mis-placed just last year. I' ve searched and yet can't seem to find. I' ll look again tonight, I swear!' Then he' ll sleep all day, and sing through the night, la lirica grande'. It was her favorite song. Janet K. Brennan C: 2008 "Gentle Tugs" Casa de Snapdragon Publishing Author; Janet K. Brennan |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Such vivid imagery about a very sad context. The association of the barren fields and wasted harvest, with the ruined life, lost in mourning and melancholy, is very powerful. Great write. Love the use of Italian words here, as I appreciated the German expressions in your Abend's blessing. Love, Margherita |
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Bloodline Member
since 2009-05-23
Posts 236Oklahoma |
Well so much of beauty and song, with flavor of life and love I find myself humming along, Bloodline |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
jbstillwater - tonight seems to be the night for reading great poetry, of which this one is. Excellent... BC |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
kewl stuff JB |
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jbstillwater Member
since 2009-07-03
Posts 216Albuquerque, New Mexico |
Thanks fellow poets Happy that you liked this one. It is actually based on a real character whom I met while living in Montecchia di'Crosara, Italy in the mid ninties. Huggs to all Jan |
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Heart2Heart Senior Member
since 2009-05-15
Posts 738Scotland/Norway |
Memories from your time in Italy no doubt dear Jan. Would love for you to tell us a little more, if you can, because your words captivate the reader making the story behind more interesting to understand.  Heart2Heart |
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SEA 
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
made my throat get tight...and my eyes sting... really enjoyed the emotion of this.. |
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jbstillwater Member
since 2009-07-03
Posts 216Albuquerque, New Mexico |
Thanks Heart and SEA Yes, this is from my years in Italy. I saw this so often, the elderly men drinking grappa at the cantina all day long and I so often wondered what their stories were until I finally did meet a man at the cemetery near-by and this was his story. Huggs to stopping by for a read Jan |
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