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
What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.
This week: MEDICINE
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He looked at her photo with loving eyes. Her quirky smile always got to him and brought back memories of when they first met. She was everything he ever wanted in a woman and although she didn’t think she was beautiful, she was beautiful to him and he never tired of it. Tonight’s dinner date was going to be special and planning it had been fun right down to arranging her favourite flowers. Being with her again was just what the doctor ordered – medicine for his soul.
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If I could pick a star for you, I’d lay it in your lap,
And it would be the brightest star I’d give you to unwrap.
If I could catch the moon tonight, lasso it with a rope,
I’d pull it down so carefully; a radiating hope.
If I could sail across the seas, I’d sail one every day,
To capture valiant promises, my heart would lead the way.
If I could shatter obstacles, above the crowd I’d rise,
And there you’d be, my destiny, it’s you I’d recognise.
Copyright © November 2011 Norma Martiri
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The lake as serene as her heart
reflects her quiet joy.
The gentle breeze caresses her dreams
as she breathes in his heady scent.
Tomorrow’s hopes quietly
ripple towards them.
The future belongs to lovers.
Copyright © September 2011 Norma Martiri
Written for Poetic Bloomings – Wishful, Young Dreamers, Prompt #20
Beautiful, white, satin and lace,
A delicate veil graces her face.
The train glides downs the long church aisle,
It’s very elegant, the latest style.
Tiny buttons run down the back,
White silk shoes, all is intact.
Something borrowed, something blue,
Brings good luck to all that’s new.
Her heart spills over with emotion,
He’s captured by her graceful motion.
Her heart beats gladly as it skips,
He lifts her veil to kiss warm lips.
She’s enchanted, he’s entranced,
Her dream’s achieved, his love’s enhanced.
They’ll recall this moment sublime –
a moment that won’t be altered by time.
Copyright © 2011 Norma Martiri
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In the corner of the room
sits an old cardboard box
filled with precious treasures
and romantic pleasures,
of mountain adventures
and intriguing creatures,
of courtly foreign queens
in dreamy country scenes
– and memories of you.
Copyright © 2011 Norma Martiri
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Blue eyes enticing,
Red lips inviting,
Sweet love has bloomed anew.
You have me captured,
I am enraptured,
Spellbound by the thought of you.
Copyright © 2010 Norma Martiri