2012 in review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 7,400 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 12 years to get that many views.

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Thanks everyone, especially my top five followers!!! Love your dedication 🙂
I wish you all a very happy, healthy and creative 2013.

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My New Blog

Tom Phillips

Hi Everyone,

I’m very excited about my new blog, Erasure Poetry. I was recently introduced to it via dVerse and I’ve been having lots of fun with it ever since. It’s not a popular form but I was hoping to perhaps challenge a few of you to try it out, and bring together those of us who already enjoy creating them. Please visit my blog and have a go. I’d love to see more of your wonderful talent.

http://erasurepoetry.wordpress.com/

Saturday Night at the Movies

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The drive-in’s
big night was Saturday.
Kids wandered in pyjamas
until they crashed
full of chips, Pluto pups and fizzy drinks.
Teenagers got up to antics
as parents feared,
and beer was drunk.

It was hours lounging
in camping chairs,
takeaway meals,
mattresses in the back of utes,
mozzies,
the occasional storm,
with fogged windscreens.

People went to the drive-in;
Australia was outdoors.

The screens have darkened
leaving excursions down memory lane.
Sites have been devoured
by development
where cars once lined up
and kids sat on pillows
to peer over
mum and dad’s shoulders.
They now sprawl in front of the TV.

Copyright © December 2012 Norma Martiri

Form: Erasure Poem

I have very fond childhood memories of going to the Paspalis drive-in in Nightcliff, Darwin with my family in the late 60’s and early 70’s, most of which are represented in this poem. My mum and dad would sit on picnic chairs in front of the car with a fold-up table full of food, and we kids would sit on a picnic blanket and eat our dinner in the cool. It was too hot to sit in the car in Darwin — it was alfresco even before we knew what alfresco meant. After dinner we’d go up to the shop to buy ice-cream and goodies. By the time the second movie came on we were buggered and slept on the blanket at our parents feet or in the back of the station wagon lined with a mattress while mum and dad sipped cold beer and enjoyed the movie. It was what families did back then.

Taken from an article by Terry Sweetman published in The Courier Mail on Sunday, 23rd December 2012

Taken from an article written by Terry Sweetman
published in The Sunday Mail on Sunday, 23rd December 2012

Being Different

Flickr image by Ksenia Korneychuk

Flickr image by Ksenia Korneychuk

Amusing –
everyone talks.
She is different.
What nonsense!
This is her way,
she is alone,
for herself.
Her clear quiet eyes
wide open
tearing,
passionless,
charmless.
A little figure –
rather striking.

Copyright © December 2012 Norma Martiri

Form: Erasure Poem

Taken from A Bundle of Letters by Henry James

Being Different

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