My memory is a little cloudy about that incident…

Writing 201: Poetry.  Day 5:  Fog, Elegy, Metaphor

My Grandmother was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, before she passed away.  Even though, I have not been diagnosed myself, some days are harder than others, for me to remember things.  In my poem, I share with you, some of my foggy moments.

My memory is a little cloudy about that incident

Why didn’t you remember?

I forgot…  What?  I forgot…

How can you forget something so important?

I don’t know?

I walk into a store, after a few minutes…  I think, where am I and why am I here.

And what do I need.

Life’s journey is a bicycle ride down the hill.

What was I doing?

Hmm… What was I doing?  I have no clue.

I took my contacts out of my eyes and threw them in the sink.

Why didn’t I put them in my contact lens case?

I put a cup of water in the microwave to make some tea.

Why did I take the cup out and drink it, while it was hot, without a tea bag?

Now…  What was I suppose to do?  I can’t think…

Life is a rollercoaster,  which every one has to go through.

I think, of a lot of things, all the time…

How can I forget the one thing, that I’m suppose to be doing.

I need milk…  I went to two stores today, but I forgot the milk!

Today is a new day, I just came back from the store, but I forgot the….

A cell phone is a light in a sea of darkness.

What is my home phone number?  *I don’t know, I don’t call myself.  I will get my cell phone, so I can tell you.”

* (Tip: sometimes, it better to use this line, instead of trying to remember your phone number, when your put on the spot)

Limericks… Not.

Japan

Amy and Hashi went to Japan

They were so excited to land

Once on the ground

They walked around

Exploring Japan was quite grand

In My Head

The noises in my head won’t stop

I keep hearing snap, crackle, pop

I’ve traveled in my mind

So many, many times

Oh please, oh please make the noise stop

First Haiku…

I started a class today called Writing 201: Poetry. The topic today was how to write a poem or haiku with a simile.   If you have any suggestions, they are always welcomed.

Water

Colors of water

Shine through the lovely bottles

Water pearls float in

Waves

Warm island water

Crashing waves blue as the sky

Surfers boards broken

Frozen Pond

The water is cold

Snow caps surround the white lake

Frozen pond is iced

Attraction

Skin as white as snow

Lips as red as strawberries

Hair like threads of gold

#haiku, #poetry, #writing201

Love is… Unknown.

Love is happy, love is sad

Love is strange, love is lame

Love is great, love is rare

Love is wonder,  love is hate

Love is demand, love is canned

Love is incredible, love is trouble

Love is nice, love is bad

Love is caring, love is daring

Love is well, love is sick

Love is fresh,  love is stale

Love is seeing, love is blind

Love is hot, love is cold

Love is smart, love is stupid

Love is sharing, love is selfish

Love is  playing, love is bashful

love is grand, love is bland

Love is sexy, love is crazy

Love is glam, love is bland

Love is real, love is fake

Love is found, love is gone

Love is close, love is distant

Love is…   Unknown…

25 Things I’ve Learned From Marrying An Italian

This post reminds me of my family. Hopefully, some of you share the same experiences.
This post is a reblog from a great writer: http://johannagallo.com/

Delightfully Chaotic

As 2014 comes to a close, I sit here smiling to myself as I think about all of the new things I’ve “learned” thanks to my year here in Italy. It’s a lovely country and so are the people, so bare in mind that these are just meant to be fun things I’ve experienced personally with my husband (who’s from southern Italy), his family and friends here, or stories I’ve heard from other expat friends. There are certainly some generalizations, but it’s only meant to be taken lightheartedly and provide a bit of laughter and insight to my oh-so-fabulous life here in Italy! 🙂

1. Cold-drafts are the devil. No really, air-conditioning will kill you, or if you’re lucky, just leave you paralyzed. In no other part of the world is cold air as deadly as it is in Italy. The slightest mention of a headache will cause them…

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Relationship… Hang ups…

Phone rings…

Girl: “Hello?”

Guy: “Hey.”

Girl: “What?”

Guy: “Huh?”

“What do you want?”

“What do you mean what?”

“What do you want?”

Guy: “Whatever.”

“What do u want?”

“I’m just checking in.”

“For what?”

“Just checking in.”

Girl: “Whatever!”

Guy: “Yeah, whatever.”

Girl hangs up the phone.

5 minutes later…

Phone rings…

              Which version do you like better?  Using Girl/Guy or Lisa/Jerry

Phone rings…

“Hello?”

“Hey Lisa.”

“What Jerry?”

“Huh?”

“What do you want Jerry?”

“What do you mean what?”

“What do you want?”  Lisa raises her voice.

“Whatever.” Jerry answers sharply.

“What do u want?”

“I’m just checking in.”

“For what?”

“Just checking in.”

Frustrated Lisa replies, “Whatever!”

Jerry shouts, “Yeah, whatever.”

Lisa hangs up the phone.

5 minutes later…

Phone rings….

Ch 2: MOROI

My fingers are shaking, as I reach for the chain and lock the deadbolt.  I run to the windows to make sure they are all locked and I close my blinds.  I am scared… Really scared.  Like freaking out scared… Wondering what or who is this guy.  It’s was hard to get a good look at him,  but I know it’s a man.  I hate being scared, especially when I am alone.

I go into my bedroom and lock the door.  I get into bed, pull the covers up over me and wait.  Wait for what I think… Just waiting.

I must have dozed off.  I look at the clock and It’s been about an hour.  So far so good, nothing has happened.  As I start to get up, I hear a noise at my door.  I jump back in bed.  It can’t be Saul he is out-of-town. Could it be that man I saw by the tree? Could it?

A few hours later, I finally get up. I walk over to my front door.  Slowly opening it I step outside. Everything, seems fine.  What a relief.  As I turn around I notice something, that I had not noticed before. Perched on top of my gate is a glove. A black glove. My glove…

*To be continued…

(C) 2015 by Amy Vanya. All Rights Reserved.

One more drop…

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There was a man from Italy, who danced so elegantly.

One more drop of wine, he was sure his wife wouldn’t mind.

One drop led to another, until he finally knocked over the bread and butter.

Looking aghast, he promised he would not have another glass.

Tip toeing to his room, he knocked over the broom.

As the broom fell down, his wife looked at him with a frown.

She snapped get to bed, before you get a knock on the head…

Land of Nowhere…

The water rushed with vigor down the hill.  The animals had already left the valley.  The Indians grabbed their children and horses.  Not all of them succeed, in leaving their homes.  The ones that did survive we’re heading off to a land of nowhere…  They weren’t sure, where their next home would be.  The memories of their loved ones taken away, where too much for some to bear.  The children’s eyes filled with fright, as their mothers held them with all their might.