My poem “Sounds of Summer” has been elected this week for the Weekly Poem on the Oz Poetic Society site. This is the third poem (also “Jacaranda” and “Lorikeets“) that has been posted there and I’m thrilled. “Jacaranda” was also placed on the 2012 Roll of Honour. Thank you Oz Poetic Society!
Sounds of Summer
Animated crickets sing away silence;
kookaburras laugh at the day.
Lorikeets whip round in wondrous brilliance
screeching, announcing dusk.
A cool breeze rustles through full-leaved bushes
while wind chimes clang tinny tunes.
Workers hurry home booming and hooning
like an orchestra producing a cacophony.
The storm bird is out coo-eeing again –
geez I wish it would rain.
Hungry mosquitos buzz about
intent on causing pain.
Steaks stop sizzling – just in time.
Dinner on the table.
Copyright © December 2012 Norma Martiri
Form: Free Verse
This poem was written for dVerse Poets Pub. We were asked to write a poem in a different language so I chose Italian because it is my heritage and I love the language. I wrote a short love poem because it happens to be our 34th wedding anniversary today. To me the poem sounds very romantic in Italian and corny in English. Funny how it can sound so different.
La giornata è stata piena di promesse.
I ricordi in corso,
nuove avventure in programma.
La luna splendeva.
Tu mi hai amato
come nessun altro –
ancora la luna splende.
The day was full of promises.
Memories were made,
new adventures planned.
The moon shone.
You have loved me
like no other –
still the moon shines.
Copyright © 20th January 2013 Norma Martiri
I’m reposting this poem for Human Trafficking Awareness month. This was written in 2011 for the problem in Cambodia but it is a worldwide issue.
©Bahman Farzad / lotusflowerimages.com
Falling petals brush her face,
fantasies fill time and space.
Mae’s soft kisses touch her cheeks,
a kind whisper softly speaks.
Desperation tugs and bays,
darkness fills the longest days.
Sweaty faces, frenzied hands,
sunny beaches, waves and sands.
Dirty kisses lick her neck,
torture keeps rebels in check.
Childhood dreams, childhood friends,
heavy breathing, soon it ends.
Lotuses float overhead,
how she wishes she were dead.
Copyright © 2011 Norma Martiri
(Mae = mother in Khmer)
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