{"id":1472,"date":"2019-09-21T01:34:46","date_gmt":"2019-09-21T01:34:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/?p=1472"},"modified":"2019-09-10T01:54:29","modified_gmt":"2019-09-10T01:54:29","slug":"rooms-and-windows-by-donna-pucciani","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/2019\/09\/21\/rooms-and-windows-by-donna-pucciani\/","title":{"rendered":"‘Rooms’ and ‘Windows’ by Donna Pucciani"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Donna Pucciani, a Chicago-based writer, taught English for many years before retiring to write full time. She enjoys travelling, genealogy, reading, and learning Italian in order to speak to and correspond with her newly-discovered cousins in Bergamo. Her latest book of poetry is EDGES. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n


Rooms<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The old floorboards creak
\nwith life after life. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Parquet lies deep in thought,
\nechoing footfalls <\/p>\n\n\n\n

in a house of few rooms.
\nStrife and merriment,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

imprisoned in small spaces,
\nemerge in golden afternoons, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

filtering the oncoming dusk,
\nwelcoming fireflies and bats.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bedroom nights catch
\na corner of the moon<\/p>\n\n\n\n

in the shaved sunlight
\nof winter mornings.<\/p>\n\n\n\n


Windows<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Something about walls
\ndemands space<\/p>\n\n\n\n

for distant vision\u2014sky,
\ncloud, and the light silence<\/p>\n\n\n\n

of dragonflies in sunlit noons.
\nMy Italian grandmother<\/p>\n\n\n\n

used to lean on the windowsill,
\nlooking down on the streets<\/p>\n\n\n\n

of West New York, waiting for cars,
\nwatching mothers walk to market,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

their children lagging behind,
\nclutching chalk for hopscotch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She knew that out there
\nwas a world beyond <\/p>\n\n\n\n

mothballed linens, iron bedsteads,
\nscrubbed linoleum, plaster saints,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and pasta al dente. I lift my head
\nabove my books to watch<\/p>\n\n\n\n

the ever-shifting horizon,
\nto view something beyond<\/p>\n\n\n\n

word and desk, far from
\nthe syllables I\u2019ve sought since youth,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

seeking the dappled truth of fog,
\nthe untranslatable language of rain. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Donna Pucciani, a Chicago-based writer, taught English for many years before retiring to write full time. She enjoys travelling, genealogy, reading, and learning Italian in order to speak to and correspond with her newly-discovered cousins in Bergamo. Her latest book of poetry is EDGES. Rooms The old floorboards creak with life after life. Parquet lies … Read More<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1472","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pa867U-nK","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1472","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1472"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1472\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1483,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1472\/revisions\/1483"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1472"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1472"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1472"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}