heptastitch (2,4,6,8,6,4,2)
boat bridge
odd corridor
the Ponte di Rialto
first way to span the Grand Canal
eleven eighty-one (1181)
a bunch of boats
crosswise
wood bridge
better by far
the Ponte di Rialto
unique for shops built thereupon
twelve hundred fifty-five (1255)
but wood is weak
collapse
stone bridge
most durable
the Ponte di Rialto
unchanged in four hundred years plus
since fifteen ninety-one (1591)
marble marvel
inspired
foot bridge
still used today (2021)
the Ponte di Rialto
one of three hundred ninety spans
which link the islands of
veritable
Venice
May 28, 2021
contest: Heptastitch
sponsor: William Kekaula
Categories:
rialto, 11th grade, boat, water,
Form: Verse
cool dark theater
dreams unfulfilled in daylight
second features then
Categories:
rialto, angst, dream, fantasy,
Form: Haiku
Standing by my window this afternoon
I raise my glass to Venice in parting
Three days at the Venetian Lagoon
Down Rialto Bridge on a taxi we're riding.
"Buona giornata, Mademoiselle" greets
The room boy smiling, " Fiori per te"
I put the fresh bouquet on crumpled sheets
"It's masquerade ball tonight, my Lady."
"I will meet you at eight", was the letter
In awe of da Vinci's Mona Lisa
Mio Dio, I can't take my eyes off her
"We'll take our next flight to Casablanca."
He whispered with masked eyes staring at me
Tongue tied with every word my love goes on
An impression of love deep as the bluest sea
To you, my beautiful thinking, Godspeed anon.
(C)2018 Maricris Cabrera
Categories:
rialto, adventure, imagination, language, romance,
Form: Quatrain
A gondola floats o’er romantic tides
as you and I caress Venetian skies
laced deftly in exalted stars applied
by brushes dipped in hues of lover’s eyes.
A kiss beneath Rialto Bridge in spring
feels like our first so many years ago.
On every breeze, O Sole Mio sings
a serenade in city lights aglow.
This hope of love rekindled miles from home,
could be our chance to dream and reminisce.
Enlightened by a full moon’s wink, we’d roam
down Grand Canal in gleaming nights of bliss.
Our renaissance, a second honeymoon -
to Venice, we could not escape too soon.
Written 3/3/17 for Where I Want to Go Contest
Categories:
rialto, marriage, romance, travel, vacation,
Form: Sonnet
A night in Venice (in sotto voce)
Moonlight shimmers over the Adriatic sea
Stars dancing on the waves in perfect symmetry
We talk of ancient adventure and gallantry
Masquerading dancers begin to fill the street
Smiling as they parade by, shuffling their feet
Unconsciously, we both are swaying to the beat
Inside the trattoria*, the music man plays
Vivaldi's concerto #4, in piano forte
We whisper murmurs of love in sotto voce*
As Casanova visions keep flooding my mind
Vivaldi's music syncopates in double time
Decoding my glances, your eyes begin to shine
We took a water taxi, back to the Hotel
We kiss under the Rialto bridge, passion swells
What we did the rest of the night, I'll never tell
Our night in Venice was a passionate affair
Put on your black dress and pearls, and take me back there.
*trattoria small dining establishment not a full menu like a restaurant
* sotto voce in an undertone, literally low voice (pronounced vo chee)
December 14,2016
Categories:
rialto, desire, night, passion, romantic,
Form: Terza Rima
The cypresses' leaves are vibrant and green, summer refuses
to leave as swallows wait for cold winds to depart;
chilly rain keeps all warblers in their nests hidden from intruders!
Yesterday's sun rays were pleasant to the senses of the dreamy mind
as we sat on the bench and cherished them for long;
evening came and clouds gathered and heard no single crickets' sound.
The melancholy of September has arrived a bit too soon,
Venice's narrow streets are deserted and silent;
rooftops drip as rain falls harder,very somber is the Lagoon!
A couple wearing long, black raincoats crosses the Rialto Bridge,
a yellow umbrella shelters them as their breaths steam;
no tourists frequent Saint Mark's Square under a sky so beige!
Sultry sky of Venice, sunlight will restore life and make you beautiful again...
pigeons will return and gondoliers will sing areas until the coming of dawn!
Categories:
rialto, rain, september, storm,
Form: Terza Rima
Acceptable Food
The eye is never sure of his food so anyway they say there is limits to what a man
can have they don’t want crumbly things so today I’m typing with a banana to
illustrate the rules have never changed the popcorn made inside the theater box
can be bought but never brought from home away with the poor boy bum that
lives at home and carries some to theater to love. We want people to buy corn so
salty that they cry for more and auction off the ranch to buy a coke so watered
down to taste as to be tasteless to a boy who cannot afford them at the prices the
RIALTO charges.
The syrup sticks to the sticking floor from a mop that never can be cleaned or
handled wielded not with love but working now for money and decay and crud.
The popcorn that eye have is simply jaded lost in time.
The cokes have all gone flat. There is a clear limit to my love the eye is not like
that. The banana is too green for the mee to eat just yet. The word typing in this
text was typed on the keyboard with a very hard and green banana thing. Accept.
Categories:
rialto, fantasy, funny, health, home,
Form: Free verse