Romance Language(Lingua di Romanza) by Maureen Glaudeshe's curled up on the sofa
her legs tucked beneath,
her eyes of blue oceans
miles away
in her lap's an Italian
map, a Fodor's & Berlitz
the sun of her continent
heats the bay window
but she seeks il sole
dell'alta terra
of that other land
of wine, olives, latin
Mediterranean
she starts with the words
then the rhythm seduces
tempts her into the culture
the music, the people
that may bring out her man
but that isn't her ultimate
and she's never forgotten
night moons from Shakespeare
villas, Verona, Venezia
or items on menus
parmigiano reggiano
rolling soft on the tonge
last night she played opera
Pavarotti, Bocelli
soothed by Tuscany and tenors
she stretched out on satin
slept with the serenity of
(fuori del paese
e profumi di riviera)
the scents of the seacoast
in her dreams there's a plane ticket
for she's never been
nor any of her relatives
no ancestry there...
but forever she's planned to
and to master the language
curl her tongue over it
embrace the romance
of that storied place
where Leo Buscaglia learned
a hug (un abbraccio) is
like breathing
now in her mid-life
maybe she'd find answers
to her world of distance
by breaking away
to that other sun? 04/11/2001 Author's Note: grazie, Maria Massarella, for the tips and suggestions on some of the Italian inclusions.
Posted on 07/16/2004 Copyright © 2024 Maureen Glaude
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Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/16/04 at 02:33 PM Captivating self portrait Maureen. Despite the date, I don't recall reading this before. A pleasant surprise to be sure as I head into my final weekend before going back to work. |
Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 07/18/04 at 07:15 PM this is gorgeous... might this be autobigraphical, dear maureen?... lush language and soft setting encircles this excellent piece of writing... blessings... |
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