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.
I drove past a playground the other day and was saddened as I noticed that there were no children playing. It was a beautiful day and there was not a child in sight, not even on a bike. It may have been the timing but it made me think of the contrast of my childhood. The first part of this poem are some of my wonderful childhood memories. I don’t really believe the last line of my poem but I do worry about future generations.
Heavy wooden swings
sailed above trampled dirt,
and thick chains twisted in thrilling spins.
Long silver slippery slides latched on to
giant Jack and the Bean Stalk ladders
while fearless children climbed up to castles in the sky.
Cold grey jungle gyms amused monkey children.
There we viewed our world upside down
and entertained kaleidoscope dreams.
Dragsters wore streamers and colourful flags
as pegged cardboard roared above road noise.
Big brothers revelled in building billy carts
from scraps he collected at the local dump,
while little ones watched on in anticipation.
On a good day he’d let you drive his masterwork down the hill
with its wobbly wheels and Fred Flintstone brakes.
Tonka trucks dug up back yards
and Matchbox roads
as neighbourhood kids joined in.
Long ropes skipped over chants and rhymes
as quick feet mastered hot pepper rhythms.
Hopscotch and stones,
and cops caught dirty robbers.
What’s the time Mr Wolf
and what did Simon say when
Barbie and Ken threw hip parties
on the latest shoebox furniture.
Miniature houses were in order.
Baby dolls slept quietly in pretty cradles
as mothers drank lolly water
in pink floral China tea sets.
Home-made mud cakes were a delectable treat
that fed innocent fantasies.
Board games ruled and Monopoly overlords were born. Twister manoeuvres sent everyone reeling
until we nearly peed our pants.
A ball and a wall entertained a child
and the adventures of The Secret Seven
occupied young minds on a rainy day.
Now lonely swings sway
in a quiet breeze,
like the apocalypse has been and gone.
Unsunned kids sprawl on unmade beds
sharing a soulless future.
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’s on the table.
The world belonged to him at night.
The moon was his lantern,
the stars his friends.
He was at home here.
He looked upon his kingdom.
Wayside fires were his altars,
smoke, incense to his gods.
He journeyed not knowing why.
He knew no reason for not journeying.
His vague imaginings swung along
until he saw the distant hill.
of white whispers
Listen to the night
as waves of pure light
bathe the shadows of the day.
She calls my name,
with lazy days
and eternal warmth.
Look at her grace
as she roams about
in glorious garb,
extending her hand.
to a world lost in its mire.
This poem was inspired by the painting above, “Summer Nights” by Albert Bloch 1913
I’m not sure what this painting represents but this is what I saw.
I was too late to add it to a prompt I found as it had expired, but I wrote it anyway.