Describe a sunset to a blind person

this is probably the hardest thing anyone could ever ask you to do. a blind person does not know what sunny , yellow, or any other colour for that matter, or bright means. thus, how can you explain a sunset without visually describing it?

your sitting on a bench with a blind person. you are facing the ocean, they ask you what is a sunset like, and you turn to them and say: "the sun is setting, its warm, its inviting. it fills you up with awe, hope and dreams. the warmth fills your heart. it makes you feel like you could grab the sun's rays like a bouquet of flowers and hold them tight. it makes you aware of the day gone past and prepares you for the night to come. "

the blind person, turns their head back to you and says "its just beautiful isn't it?"

you smile a small, happy smile and reply "yes, yes it is"

A Play.. what to be, what not to be

Let the curtains rise, if what's behind it is good enough...
If i were to go watch an unknown play, and keep awake, there would need to be very engaging characters, humor incorporated into it at some points, a story line or moral that i could relate to, and some heartfelt idea about life or love. there would need to be a solid plot, because a story without a plot is a waste of time and my energy. the play must start or end with a bang. it must catch my attention and either keep me guessing and interested throughout it or leave me with something to think about. i love different set and costume ideas, this would make the whole performance more believable or interesting. However, i would not be able to stay in my seat if the play was too long, boring, monotonous (in its plot or with its boring characters) or offered a mediocre or cliched theme.

A Curse or a Gift?

If I could go into the past and change one thing, it would be to change the collective decision of me and my mother to discontinue my piano lessons. I think that it would be a gift to have the ability to go back in time and decide to continue on with my musical studies. It would have impacted my life in so numerous of ways that it would be life altering. For one thing, I would have had music as a continuous musical outlet; I would have been able to craft my own songs, without depending on other artists to express my feelings in their songs. I would have had more confidence in the ability that I had and thus would have spent less time taking high school courses that did not really reflect me, trying to be something that I am not, and more time talking courses that would have developed my abilities and skills. Perhaps it would have made decision making for my future easier, but this I can never know. This gift would give me the chance of going into the past and erasing one of the most pressing regrets in my life to this day. I am now, nine years later still feeling the effects of that decision made long ago. Although I am still musically inclined and have still a great interest for all types of music, I cannot help but feel set back and cut off from something that I feel is so close to me, and yet, now, so far away.

A Day In The Life Of Me...@ 85! 8~O

I wake up to the sound of birds chirping and the distant ocean breathing from the window of my little apartment in Italy. It’s around 8 o'clock, I get up and stretch my achy body and have a warm shower, then it’s off to make breakfast for me and my husband who likes to sleep in a little longer than me. We’ve decided to go for a walk today before the grandchildren get here. They are coming in from the city and I decided I would teach them how to make the best olive bread! Then my husband will take them for a walk in the fields, to show them the secrets of keeping a beautiful grove. I set the coffee to go and take out some fruit and fresh bread and nutella, still our favourite breakfast! He sleepily awakes and come to give me a peck on the cheek and then wraps his long arms around me and I smile telling him to hurry up, or we won’t make it back in time for the kids. As we finish our breakfast reading various literature, we clear the table, slowly, and then set off on our walk. Our movements have become slow and forced but we love our morning walks and I decide to stop by a “neighbour’s” house to say hello while my husband continues on. When the sun is high above I finally leave from my “pit stop” and go looking for my husband, I find him chatting with the rest of the town’s old men and tell him I’m going home now. As I walk home the sun is warm on my face and I am deciding what I should make for lunch. Soon the little ones will be here and all the house will sound in youthful joy, with the sun shining and my old songs playing, life will continue on.

Found poems - “Academic Career Spin”

Patriot school principals
Leadership
closed Think exit
Out of bounds
Balanced
District
Reactions, ultimate happy
Earth’s green Timeline
Led Zeppelin.

An Ode to a Lost Brunch

Oh missed special brunch, oh missed special brunch
Because my family is a great awful bunch.
I missed your delight and all the good food,
I wasn’t allowed and thus my awful mood.

There would have been pancakes and waffles too,
Bacon and eggs and fruit enough for two.
It would have been scrumptious indeed,
But I didn’t get any, now I’m just peeved.

The long rolled out days of school will not end,
I cannot see why I couldn’t attend.
I could just not go, leave early from school?
No one would know, no not even a fool.

If I don’t leave now I'll surely un-spool
I didn’t bring lunch! I’ll jump in a pool!
Oh my missed brunch, oh my missed special brunch!
I cry your name, don’t leave me with punch.

I see it’s a problem, I see it now,
But I just wanted brunch, the milk from a cow.
Here I go again thinking of cuisine,
I wish I could forget; that would be keen.

But alas, it has been decided, my presence is denied,
I will miss you dearly, I would have loved you with pride.
With no lunch or brunch I am left to cry
I would have so loved a great special brunch fry.

POEM TIME~~ do.re.MI.fa.so.la.ti.do.~~

Letizia
crazy, loving, vulnerable, out-going
sibling of Ester and Natascja
Lover of sunny days, music, books, family and friends
who fears loneliness, rejection, fights, the unknown
Who needs love, food, water, air, faith/hope and a one way ticket to Europe
who would like to see the whole wide world
resident of Stoney Creek, Canada / Roccamorice, Italy
D'Alimonte