Weekly Poem: Oz Poetic Society

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

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Sounds of Summer

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Flickr Image by cubagallery

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.

Copyright © December 2012 Norma Martiri

Form: Free Verse

Shared with dVerse Poets Pub
 Oz Poetic Society 
Weekly Poem, 24th February 2013

The Journey

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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.

Copyright © November 2012 Norma Martiri

Form: Erasure Poem

Written for dVerse Poets Pub – Meeting the Bar: Erasure Poetry
Taken from Sundow Slim by Henry Hubert Knibbs

Crimson Passion

Flickr Image by Randy Robertson

Crimson orbs –
flames of passion
erupt in
restless rushes,
as blue skies
spin around this
brazen display of colour.

Copyright © May 2012 Norma Martiri

Form: Whitney – created by Betty Ann Whitney, this seven-line verse based on Japanese patterns contains 3, 4, 3, 4, 3, 4, 7 syllables respectively.

Shared with dVerse Poets: Open Link Night

Lorikeets

Flickr Image by kirschann

The lorikeets all screech and swoop,
Gregariously they gather.
And into dusk dance in a loop,
The lorikeets all screech and swoop.
Then near red bottle-brush they group,
To form a colourful slather.
The lorikeets all shriek and swoop,
Gregariously they gather.

Form: Triolet

Shared with dVerse Poets Pub
Oz Poetic Society Weekly Poem, 2nd June 2012

The triolet (triolay) is a classic repeating form that dates back to medieval French minstrels. There are eight lines, usually in iambic tetrameter daDUMdaDUMdaDUMdaDUM, with a rhyme scheme of ABaAabAB. The upper case letters designate repeating lines, so that lines 1, 4 and 7 and lines 2 and 8 repeat.

The Rainbow Lorikeet is unmistakable with its bright red beak and colourful plumage. Both sexes look alike, with a blue (mauve) head and belly, green wings, tail and back, and an orange/yellow breast. They are often seen in loud and fast-moving flocks, or in communal roosts at dusk.
Source: Birds in Backyards