Here are three poems I wrote about Il Volo. I hope they are worthy of the Flight Crew. They are Senryu (a type of haiku), so it will be a format not familiar to some of our readers. ~Sandi
Il Volo
Three Italian guys attentive, humorous, and kind once boys…now men
Gian, Igna, Pero exquisite voices smooth, lyric, strong
Velvet, silk, brocade voices… like ribbons entwined
I have a need to post this poem I adapted (mangled) in 2013. It’s my favorite for obvious reasons. Yes…I plan to post it every year. So, for the fourth time…
‘Twas the night before Christmas when all through the villa, not a creature was stirring, not even Godzilla (couldn’t think of another rhyme)
When, what to my wondering eyes should I hear, (I take liberties) but a song and three Boys, not tiny, but Dear! (lots of liberties)
I saw Piero, Gianluca and Ignazio too, up to my rooftop, to my living room they flew!
They were dressed all in Armani, from their head to their foot, but their clothes were all tarnished, with ashes and soot.
A bundle of love they had in their pack, and they looked just like heaven, when I calmly stared back!
His eyes how they twinkled! His dimples how merry! (that really is a line!) Piero’s glasses were there, the color of cherry! (that one’s not)
Gian said not a word but went straight to his work and filled all my dreams with songs and a perk!
He’d left me Ignazio all covered with bows and giving a nod up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his Fiat, to Piero gave a whistle, and away they both flew, like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim as they drove out of site, “Happy Christmas to all, I hope Marie doesn’t bite!”