Leya Macchi

This year I proclaim new things and new adventures that need to be recorded. I hope you’ll join me in this journey.

From Day to Day (a poem by Leya A. Macchi, 1996)

March26

There once was a day …
Oh, yes, a day!
When chivalry was appreciated.
When puddles were covered by capes.
When kisses were just kisses.

There once was a day …
Oh, yes, a day!
When flowers were picked for no reason.
When poems were written for love.
When Romeo would die for Juliet.

There once was a day …
Oh, no, not that day!
When puddles turn into tears.
When kisses turn into sex.
When flowers are left in the fields.

There once was a day …
Oh, no, not that day!
When lying is better than honesty.
When cheating is self-satisfying.
When poems are written for lust.

There will be a day …
Oh, yes, a sunny day!
When romance will reign again.
When true love will last longer than lust.
When people start to wake up from the nightmare.

———————————————————————– copyright. Leya A. Macchi

Since I started writing again, it reminded me of the time I was in college writing poems. I rarely ever shared my poems. I usually kept them in a journal where no one would read them. I was more afraid of other people’s responses because it was easier not to hear the rejection. One day a good friend encouraged me to share my poems at a poetry reading. He said if I liked it, it didn’t matter what anybody else thought. As true as it may seem, it still mattered to me what others thought to an extent. I realized I couldn’t please everybody but maybe I could bring insight to just one person who could relate to me and what I was thinking when I wrote it.

I wrote this poem my sophmore year in college. I also read this poem at a poetry reading held by the English department. After I read this poetry, a girl who was a year behind me came up to me and said it really encouraged her and she wanted a copy of this poem to put up in her room to remind her that chivalry was still alive. Later that year, I had this poem published in the literary magazine at school. The poetry readings at school was one of my favorite events at school. I now miss being engaged with others who were creative and artistic with their writing and being able to express themselves through an artistic medium. Blogs, a great new forum for all kinds of artists.

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