It was at night, while sleeping in that realm where anything goes, anything can happen—unlike day over which King Sun rules, setting Life’s everyday business into motion, ensuring everyone obeys the orbits of his inexorable laws—that you came to me Nonna, in a house of pure luminous forms. You came to me (or was it I who came to you?), after all those days trudging back and forth to a job whose only meaning is survival; praying to you in washroom stalls to help me find the way, or placing another pot of fresh flowers, another plastic cross at your graveside over which sun, moon and seasons turn in their inexorable orbits, I came to you (or was it you who came to me?), and you said: “Me sorry
Thank you for this poem. I love it for what it expresses but also my mother was always called Nana. It was spelled that way but it was pronounced Nonna. I miss her so very much.
You’re very welcome Karon. It was an experience like this that leads me to believe that our loved ones are not that far away but only perhaps a dream away. I miss my Nonna all the time. She was the greatest.
Another beautiful poem. To have had a Nonna that loved you in life and visits you in death is a gift. Many, like myself do not have such ancestors. My sweet dogs are my family and they have given me more in life and death than most of my human blood relatives. There are treasures beyond gold, careers, material gifts and it sounds like you and your Nonna share these true gifts with each other. Bravo Victory Palace! You always bring a tear to my eye for what may have been and what may still be. Happy Jupiter in Cancer! I am an art historian and professional astrologer. 🌞✨✨
Hey Kate, thanks so much for reading the poem and your lovely comments. I'm truly grateful for that incredible gift of her visiting me in my dream. It's ok if you don't have such ancestors - your family is YOUR family and that took the form of your sweet dogs. Sometimes I say "blood is sicker than water" (a play on the old saying about relatives) b/c in a lot of cases, our relatives make us feel more of an outsider than strangers sometimes would, then I wonder why in the hell did I come to this planet with the parents that I chose?! (story for another day...) Anyway, so happy this poem was able to affect you in a meaningful way. Love those Jupiter in Cancer vibes, yes? Art historian? You don't say. What's your favorite time period/style?
The 1890s! London, Paris, Vienna. The Decadence, the later Pre-Raphaelites, The Symbolists. So much richly symbolic, mystical and evocative art. There’s a great corner of the Tate Britain and the V&A that are def worth a visit.
Appreciate the Dadaists and Surrealists too…after the world burns let’s throw out the rules, rediscover humour and swirl in some esoteric practices for good measure.
Art, freedom, beauty…all the good things! Thanks for your kind reply Victory Palace. 🌻✨✨
Great taste Kate! Wish today's art could be reflective of those times, but then again, those were different times. Perhaps there could be a renaissance of art that could be like a neo-throwback to the styles of those eras but depicting today's topics? IDK...Anyway, yes, to Art, Freedom, Beauty and let's throw in Truth and Goodness while we're at it. Best to you Kate.
Another beautiful poem. To have had a Nonna that loved you in life and visits you in death is a gift. Many, like myself do not have such ancestors. My sweet dogs are my family and they have given me more in life and death than most of my blood relatives. There are treasures beyond gold, careers, material gifts and it sounds like you and your Nonna share these true gifts with each other. Bravo Victory Palace! You always bring a tear to my eye for what may have been and what may still be. Happy Jupiter in Cancer! I am an art historian and professional astrologer. 🌞✨✨
Bravo ... molto bene! Whether you know it or not, this one's for all the Nonna's.
Thanks so much RPP. I love that thought!
I don't think you 'telegraph' in any of your writing. So it is what it is, as one reads it for the 'reveal' to be discovered in the moment.
“Me sorry figlio mio. Me no have gifts for you.”
led me to think:
"That’s ok, Nonna. You were my gift.”
just before you wrote it. Not because the "voice leading" of your ballad would necessarily take someone there as a foregone conclusion, but because -
"Adesso capisco tutto"
You really DO understand EVERYTHING, my friend.
This is mature and touching writing. The very thing that poetry is supposed to be.
PJ great to see you and thanks for the lovely comments 🙏🙏🙏
You understand as well, my friend…
Grateful for your support and friendship.
Thank you for this poem. I love it for what it expresses but also my mother was always called Nana. It was spelled that way but it was pronounced Nonna. I miss her so very much.
xo xo
You’re very welcome Karon. It was an experience like this that leads me to believe that our loved ones are not that far away but only perhaps a dream away. I miss my Nonna all the time. She was the greatest.
Beautiful, VP. And "to a job whose only meaning was survival..." this resonates for many I am sure.
Thank you SF, thank you. I hope it does resonate with whoever sees this, whoever lost a loved one and saw them in a "dream".
I feel like I'm not placing enough flowers to those who are gone. Thanks for bringing up deep memories. I appreciate you.
Another beautiful poem. To have had a Nonna that loved you in life and visits you in death is a gift. Many, like myself do not have such ancestors. My sweet dogs are my family and they have given me more in life and death than most of my human blood relatives. There are treasures beyond gold, careers, material gifts and it sounds like you and your Nonna share these true gifts with each other. Bravo Victory Palace! You always bring a tear to my eye for what may have been and what may still be. Happy Jupiter in Cancer! I am an art historian and professional astrologer. 🌞✨✨
Hey Kate, thanks so much for reading the poem and your lovely comments. I'm truly grateful for that incredible gift of her visiting me in my dream. It's ok if you don't have such ancestors - your family is YOUR family and that took the form of your sweet dogs. Sometimes I say "blood is sicker than water" (a play on the old saying about relatives) b/c in a lot of cases, our relatives make us feel more of an outsider than strangers sometimes would, then I wonder why in the hell did I come to this planet with the parents that I chose?! (story for another day...) Anyway, so happy this poem was able to affect you in a meaningful way. Love those Jupiter in Cancer vibes, yes? Art historian? You don't say. What's your favorite time period/style?
The 1890s! London, Paris, Vienna. The Decadence, the later Pre-Raphaelites, The Symbolists. So much richly symbolic, mystical and evocative art. There’s a great corner of the Tate Britain and the V&A that are def worth a visit.
Appreciate the Dadaists and Surrealists too…after the world burns let’s throw out the rules, rediscover humour and swirl in some esoteric practices for good measure.
Art, freedom, beauty…all the good things! Thanks for your kind reply Victory Palace. 🌻✨✨
Great taste Kate! Wish today's art could be reflective of those times, but then again, those were different times. Perhaps there could be a renaissance of art that could be like a neo-throwback to the styles of those eras but depicting today's topics? IDK...Anyway, yes, to Art, Freedom, Beauty and let's throw in Truth and Goodness while we're at it. Best to you Kate.
Hi, Vic Pal!
Hope you are well.
This is just so beautiful and poignant and ... magical, in the best way. xo xo
I’m doing well WH. Hope you’re in good spirits as well.
Thank you so much for the lovely comment. My Nonna meant the world to me as I hope this poem shows.
Thank you so much 🙏🥰
omgeeee so pro-foundly beauty full .... oneness expressed and delivered in the infinite eternalality of love
That’s what I was trying to express in this poem Christine. Thanks so much for the lovely comments 🙏🙏🙏
Another beautiful poem. To have had a Nonna that loved you in life and visits you in death is a gift. Many, like myself do not have such ancestors. My sweet dogs are my family and they have given me more in life and death than most of my blood relatives. There are treasures beyond gold, careers, material gifts and it sounds like you and your Nonna share these true gifts with each other. Bravo Victory Palace! You always bring a tear to my eye for what may have been and what may still be. Happy Jupiter in Cancer! I am an art historian and professional astrologer. 🌞✨✨