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papaveri - Giulio Stocchi

         

                  When the wind kisses the flower,

                        some dust flutters up to dance in the sunlight

                  while the spectrum of the poet are his eyes

                        scanning what petals rests in his hands.

                                                              hf 3.11.2015

 

      

 

poppies

where
it strikes

the scythe

headstrong
hope

resurges

 

 

A poem does fake literacy; rather the eyes glide like a bird does into open fields strechting towards the near-by sea so as to test how far the eyes can see.

And yet poppies have a definite meaning in the memorials of war, for they indicate where a soldier has fallen. Thus they have become a symbol for war veterans who gather on Parliament Hill in Ottawa to remember those who did not return from Vimy Ridge and other battle fields of First World War. The war memorial in Ottawa has added as well a memorial gesture towards towards who ended up being killed during Second World War.

Whenever I drive in spring time through the landscape in the Peloponnes, in the direction of Porto Helli and Kosta, where I take a boat to cross over to Spetses, there are poppies left and right of the road. That too is a reminder.

Now Giuliu Stocchi's poem is an outright gift. It does not leave things to fall down to the ground as if they would never get up again. Rather he raises the head of hope and initiates another outlook on life. Hence the poem reflects this delicacy of the poppies to remind of the song about "where have all the soldiers gone...".

hatto fischer

Berlin 3.11.2015

 

                   

COMMENTS

Ottawa, Canada

5.11.2015

Thanks Hatto.  As most Canadian would react, I remembered "In Flanders field the poppies grow . . . " .  But unlike many Canadians - those who have not been fortunate enough to visit Greece - I also remember the poppies growing against the ruins of the white marble pillars - which sparkled in the sun - on the Acropolis in the spring.  I can see them in my mind's eye as I write.  What a beautiful country you live in!  And what dreadful problems you are enduring now! 

Cathy Spennato

 

12.10.2015 James Ohara writes:

Giulio's poetry certainly possesses craft, is interesting, fresh and thoughful. Very good work to my ears. Thank you for sharing.

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