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

Cause and Effect Path....this is weird!!

1. i think i am going to McMaster University


2. i am not sure which university to pick


3. i got accepted into all of them


4. i applied


5. i wanted to see if i could get into a university


6. i didnt know if i could make it


7. i didnt think my marks were good enough


8. i used to struggle in school


9. i didnt care or didnt know better


10. i wasnt helped


11. in 2nd grade the teacher didnt like me


12. who knows...ask her

Mad words thrown at you whilst trying to write a short story: parte deux!!

Let's go back to the start. Although, looking back, it seems like the end... I was walking down the long road, an endless dusty road. It was in the middle of that American desert, with no one my my side. It sure felt like an end then. My car, my ol'faithful car, had given up on this road that claims too many people's cars each week. The sun was ruthless and the even dryer air provided no solace for my parched body. Sand was in my pores and hair and my jean cut-off shorts seemed even more bleached by the sun. It wasn't that long ago that i had finally received my ultimate car, a '75 mustang and now all I wanted to do was throw a wrench at it. As I probably crossed the 6 mile mark from my car I couldn't help but turn around and stare back across the flat road at that lovely car that had taken me so far and had done so much. I knew i had to keep moving, no one comes by these parts. I thought my road trip down South would be interesting, me playing the detective of all the things heard of in movies and songs. I had to keep going. It was soon dusk and I thought I would soon die of thirst. My sneakers were as hot as the sands and my throat was so dry. But, then I saw it, a gas station, my life was saved. Unfortunately the doors were locked. I thought I was doomed until an old man came out the side door and asked if I had walked all the way here. He answered his own question with an "Of course." and then asked me since when. Still I could give no response. I was so tired I couldn't stand any longer and he brought me inside where a door had painted on it Rm 143, even though there wasn't any other doors. I stepped inside and he immediately gave me a glass of water and a chair. I chugged it down and he commented how odd I looked. I finally found the strength to speak and said in a staggered: " I need to keep going, I was supposed to find someone, that's all I ever wanted, to find my aunt but..."
"Don't get to close to that A/C, you'll get electrified. " he said with slight alarm.
"Oh sorry."
"You're looking for your aunt you say? Well what's her name? And why did you have to cross the desert?" I wasn't alert to what he was saying, but caught the just of it. I explained the scandal that happened way-back-when, much before I was born: how my aunt moved away and now how I had to find her. That my mom agreed to my road trip and said good luck trying to get her to come back; but now everything was ruined and bitter and my car was broken in that forsaken wasteland. The old man was so kind and gave me a place to sleep for the night. I went to bed and the next morning woke up, walked outside into the heat and saw my baby blue mustang with my aunt inside of it waiting for me. It must have been a miracle: I didn't even tell the old man her name! Clearly, you'd feel the same, had you been there at the beginning of the end.