Inside Sardinia: A Distorted Nature’s Poem

Inside Sardinia: A distorted Nature’s poem …


I grow flat along the red rocky earth
with only the wind to guide me.
My nutrients I steal from the sea
with only the wind to guide me.
I yearn to reach new heights
with only the wind to guide me.
I’ve learned to reach the mountain peak
with the wind holding my hand, beside me.

An Open Love Letter to Sardinia

GirasoleIt’s good to be back in your arms, with your wide open rugged coastline lapped in refreshing turquoise waters and your jagged mountain peeks where I sit 365 meters above sea-level. I’m restoring my faith in you, dear Sardinia, to bring me back to that place, you know that one, that little special place we hold so tight and dear.

It has been 2.5 years since we touched souls, and you haven’t changed a bit. You still glow, like summer’s first kiss, and you’ve welcomed me back with flair, graciousness and that inquisitive curiosity that I so fell in love with that first time back in 2008.

I can hear your locally made bells twang in the distance, around the neck of your goat who is languidly walking down the mountain. Your local dialect, a symphony of flair and history floats on the mountain air, sending wisps of words into my living room.

I’ve tasted your delicacies that I’ve so longed for: Ichnusa, pane carasau, cannonau, mountain water, pecorino, espresso, olive oil, peaches, pane and the list could go on. It’s been an assault on my senses just reuniting with you, I hope you feel the same way.

These last five days with you in the mountains has been spectacular. You’ve helped me realign my body, focus my energy and restore my soul. Now, it’s time for the beach.

Thank you, Sardinia, it’s good to be here.


Jennifer Avventura

An ode to the island of Sardinia

Jennifer Avventura Sardinia 2012

Gosh, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen your face, twenty-one months precisely. I can only imagine your sun-kissed shadows, the way the wind whips in the cold winter months, the sound of your animals going out to pasture and the lingering sensation of a well aged mirto sipped between my lips. For one day soon, I shall return to your green pastures, and help seed our own garden, made from love.

A still angel captured in the Sardinian sky

A spectacular still moment captured forever. A guardian angel light as a feather, watches over the islanders … silently from heaven.

Jennifer Avventura My Sardinian Life (2)

This is my response to the Weekly Travel Theme: Still

This photographic is dedicated to the men, women and children who lost their lives during the worst cyclone to ever hit Sardinia, Italy.

May you find peace and continue to soar.

The Naked Canadian Tree

The naked Canadian tree
stands tall
waiting for me.

Her branches dance
in the night
waiting for me.

Naked with nothing
swaying at first light
She waits for me.

Dog Hounding

Morals and values
stripped aside,
in your corner trying to hide.
Through that gape in your heart
that you left for me.
You are higher than a kite,
and sick of the fight.
Words go round and round.
There is no conclusion,
nothing found.
In dire straights;
love like chocolate
I never looked back.
You’re thick like honey,
it ain’t about the money.
Cage an animal and wait.
Soon you will see the anger, the pace;
and that long look on my face.
Ask me why? And I tell no lies.
Truth you don’t like,
you don’t believe.
Anything said.
Stuck in your head,
you not are right.
Come on; put up your fists
Let’s fight.
Ready for a good pounding,
You dog hounding.

Mysterious Tragedy

I wake to my reality,
wishing I was still asleep.
Devoid from emotion,
and painless from you.
You dance naked in the sheets,
trying to remember her name.
Wishing it was mine.
It’s my voice you hear
lingering your name,
highlighting you with love.
Like an intruder, I want her out.
Jailed for disturbing my
piece of heaven with you.
You close your eyes
to recall my touch.
Her hand cradles the
small of your back.
You are a stranger engulfed
in her foreign land.
Actions and words
don’t mean a thing.
When you’ve been lying
between two lovers.
Pain that bleeds deepest
I will forever and always know,
You are my mysterious tragedy.


You Said

You said you’d never go back to her,
As we twisted on the floor; my mind a blur.
You were my adrenaline rush, my everything.
You can’t deny that look in our eye,
The first moment you passed me by.
Brilliant words from brilliant men,
You thought you died and went to heaven.
You said, You said.
That I was the one.
Where did I come from?
Why did I take so long?
You said, You said.
That I was the one.
You turned me on, You turned me down.
You flipped me right side round.
You played a good charade and I hid,
I hid behind your brawny barricade.
You held me close, You held me tight.
I swore I would never put up a fight.
You said, You said.
That I was the one.
And where did I come from?
Why did I take so long?
You said, You said.
That I was the one.
Everything I do reminds me of you.
MSN still says “Miss you.”
How can you be so cruel? “Fuck you.”
There’s a part of this mess that remains a mystery.
I can barely breathe, I want you here in me.
I thought, I thought you were the one.
But my thoughts, my thoughts were wrong.
You said, You said.
That I was the one.
That I was the one.
And where did I come from?
Why did, and why did I take so long?
You said, You said.
That I was the one.
I was the one.
The one. You said.

3 Little Birds


Golden locks upon my floor.
Ice cream prints
on the sliding glass door.
Salt water kisses
is something I wishes,
to bring you back just
for one more.
Bee-sting hand and
scraped up knee
Sweet young smiles
that set me free.
Battle wounds from
the oceans door,
wondering now
how you could take much more.
Young at heart this I see,
can one of you come
 and call on me?
Your shadows gone
floats over sea,
and all your memories
remain with me.