The prompt over at NaPoWriMo’s site today is to write a poem using five words from a foreign language. I’ve chosen Italian as the language for a few reasons. It’s a beautiful language, at least to my ears…and also because my grandfather was from Italy. Like many Americans, I have about forty gazillion (that might be a slight exaggeration) nationalities coursing through my veins, but having grown up with a good bit of Italian influence has always made me identify strongly with that part of my heritage. Also identify with the Celtic part of myself…maybe even more strongly but as I know absolutely no Gaelic or Welsh…Italian it is.
Before I start today’s post, I want to say that I am feeling a little sad over the fact that National Poetry Month is almost over. This has been thoroughly enjoyable for me and I hope that some of you have liked some of the poetry I’ve written over the past thirty days. Poetry was my first love as far as writing goes, and I wrote my first poem at the age of four. Just like many other things in my life, that stopped at a certain point…I’ll talk about this another time…but now that I’ve started really writing poetry again, I am not going to be able to, nor do I want to stop. So, you can expect to see more poetry around here on a regular basis once the month of April comes to an end. Okay, now for the actual post…
It has been a while since I’ve laid eyes on il mio amore
Yet I rammento every detail, or at least it feels that way
The curve of his smile, the melodic sound of his laughter
Seeing that look on his face, the way his eyes appear
As though a storm is brewing inside them
The swirling tempest right before he moves in, lips parted to baciami
Oh the memories are bellisimo, forever etched into my mind
Until maybe someday the fates will see fit that he could ritorno.