Venetian Dreams


Venetian Dreams

The year we did the Grand Canal,
I came home feeling humble.
My own life just seemed so banal.
My dreams began to crumble.

My life was filled with piety
of very little note.
None of the notoriety
could my First Baptist quote

compared to all the beauty
I’d seen in St. Mark Square.
I felt it was my duty
to be living over there.

I needed no incitement.
My life here seemed so rote.
I needed the excitement
of traveling by boat.

Though it seemed an overindulgence,
I sought to be alone.
I needed the effulgence
of sun shining on old stone.

I could sell my small red Honda,
put my jewelry in hock.
(I had visions of a gondola
waiting at the dock.)

I imagined a “For Sale” sign
in front of my small home.
It seemed a “Get out of Jail” sign.
This housewife sought to roam.

If it sold within two fortnights
I could take off, traveling solo.
I could trade in Sunday sportnights
for a flight to Marco Polo!

I would feel I was at home again.
I’d missed the sights of Venice.
I wanted to be where I’d been,
free from all the menace

of getting three kids off to school
and ironing hubby’s shirts.
I sought to trade the Golden Rule
for romantic nights and flirts.

I’d give up school bake sales
for pannetone and gelato
eaten with Italian males.
“Me First” would be my motto.

I tried to conjure the Rialto,
but I saw the Bridge of Sighs
as my sound track’s rich contralto
assumed a different guise.

“Mommy, Mommy! was the chorus
of my shattered dream.
My stone fantasies were porous,
issuing a frantic stream

of nightmare shrieks and pleadings.
I started down the hall.
My daughter’s midnight needings
my most urgent call.

The canals were left in shambles
as verity flooded in.
So much for fantasy gambles.
My real life won again!

The prompt word today are canal, overindulgence and humble.

19 thoughts on “Venetian Dreams

  1. koolkosherkitchen

    The Rialto vs. the Bridge of Sighs – that’s precious, Judy! This adorable poem conveys the same intensity of feeling about Venice that I have about Florence (not to knock down Venice – I do like it!). Fortunately, the reality of life did not interfere with my “Italian obsession” for years, as it did in your poem. But I agree with Stendhal: everyone must spend some time in Italy!


  2. lifelessons Post author

    I, too, liked Florence better. And there is the Ponte Vecchio over the Arno, but alas, not the canals. Those prompts direct us in other directions than we might have gone given our own direction, but they are such fun to write to. I think I have a posting about the Villa Villoresi outside of Florence. If I can find it, I’ll send a link. Thanks for your comment.


  3. wideeyedwanderingspoonie

    Just beautiful Judy. “real life” ran my life for the first 48 years, but once the kids were grown, watch out. I’ve indulged every travel whim and whimsy. To quote Tolkein, “the story’s just not worth telling if there’s not a dragon.” Yes, I spend a lot of time in NZ. 😉


      1. slmret

        I’ve decided that I’m really not ready to change my lifestyle that much at this point. It took a lot of re-evaluation and soul searching, but I finally decided I wasn’t excited about moving, and there are a few things that I can do here if I need to in order to stay here (like a stair lift, for example). There are MANY options, but the best one is currently to stay here.

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          1. slmret

            Thanks! I worry that I have made an emotional decision based on the fact that I hate moving! There are reasons that a move would be a good idea, but I think it’s better at this point to stay here. There are lots of options available, and there will be when I’m ready to move. And in the meantime I will continue the de-cluttering, and maybe give this home a new floor (or a new carpet) and a coat of paint so it will feel new again! I think it was all a good idea that happened too soon!



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