Lateness of the Day – Poetry from Vietnam
Nguyet Vu, poetess from the land of Blue Dragon shares her some poems
Memories gone faraway, be kind… dear heart. So fragile as never been broken, somewhere out there by a window, the day is floating.
Lateness of the Day
Me, lonely
Naively stepping into the lateness of the day
Rustling, the golden leaves
Night falls
Day tranquil!
Memories gone faraway, be kind… dear heart.
So fragile as never been broken
Somewhere out there by a window
The day is floating
Peaceful song
Peaceful heart
Peaceful road
Hiding you in the hair of dark night
Indiscreetly counting my own steps on the road
Can’t remember how many they were
You
Are floating…
In me!
The Nostalgia
My dear, what the nostalgia is made?
The nostalgia is made by myself
By aroma,
By body!
The nostalgia is made by yourself
By your youthful men chest
By hugging me in your squeeze arms
By silly in love, infatuation and insanity
The nostalgia is made by barbaric night
The nostalgia is made by fragrant roses
In the room that is filled with love and candle light
The nostalgia is made by the naive day, that is suddenly came
To turn the emotionless into sweetness and ecstasy
The nostalgia is made by breath
By your arms, which cover my sleep warmly
My pink lips are accidentally bitted lightly
I can’t sleep overnight because missing you
Salty
There is a while I miss you
Its seems to me impossible to live
Standing and seating let the tears filled my eyes.
I shouted at the gray clouds:
– This earth doesn’t need that much water!
Heaven smiled quietly:
– You guys need the tears to love
Glistening underfoot
The grass is full of dew!
There is a while of sorrow
I can’t cry
I rushed to the sea to call your name
There was no answer
I put my face down in the sea
The Sea bewilderedly asked:
– It’s me not salty enough?
Rubbing feet on the sand
Making sad streaks of sunshine
The Land fondles tenderly:
– Love like that, I’m jealous!
Sunny
Sunny
Sunny is burning on the road
Through the crowded city, people squeeze hurriedly
Start the summer
The cicadas are singing until losing the voice …
The flamboyant come red burning!
This Earth –
The temperature dizzy rises year by year
The green trees getting less and less
Cramping block
And narrow souls of people
Hoang Sa Truong Sa close to invasion danger
What can happen?
In the market prices increase horrible daily
An old mother confused to touch her pocket, wonder if her could buy
Everything around us will heat up
This Earth –
Where could I hide in?
The weather is so hot…
So is there any cool place
In your heart!
Canola Flower Season
Please don’t remember
The green and yellow in wide canola field
The wind is fondling
Don’t make me cry
The tears are salty
The afternoon as the sadness is melting
In the fields
The flower tenderly blooming
As never far away your arms and breath
Where’s the old days with tearing smile
And the fragile canola were scattering on the lips
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