Compose

This issue of Dong Nai Weekend's poetry section features gentle lines like a child's head nestled in a grandmother's arms: "A lifetime of hardship and toil / Grandmother carried the burden herself / So that my life / would be marked by Grandmother's image" and leans towards personal reflections: "Falling into a painful hand / You passed by one afternoon of cosmos flowers / But where could we find each other / The white petals whispered the words of the wind"; "Oh, my dear, please don't forget so quickly / The night is sparkling / Eyes for whom were once deeply in love." But every March and April, from the Gac Ma incident nearly forty years ago, it never fails to remind us: "As if the pain of that day is still fresh / Defending the country is the meaning of life / A thousand petals sprout like blood / The sea still turns white, the heart remains steadfast / Mother's eyes gaze at the distant sky..."

Illustration photo: HAI YEN

DIY

I went to build temples.

A common roof over all regions of the country.

Sacred temple, towering cliff

As a landmark that will last forever.

I went into the deep forests and high mountains.

Find teammates who know when to let go.

The old verses just keep urging me on.

A thousand years of carving in stone to ease the heart's sorrow.

Returning to a realm of nothingness

Cold as ice amidst the vastness of life.

Knowing that everything is in the hands of fate.

No one is perfect, being human.

Well, so be it. Don't blame, don't complain.

In the future, our land and our people will endure forever!

Tran The Tuyen

March, the street, and you

March

gentle sunlight

hanh hao pho

wobbling

My dear

pure spring blossom

pure morning dewdrop

The street where you come home

The verses linger by the porch.

Tam Minh

Below the Mother Suốt monument

Place the flowers on the Mother Suốt monument.

So that we may never forget a glorious era.

So that we may never forget the time we carried guns.

In the fiery land of Quang Binh, full of hardship and sacrifice.

I returned to Nhật Lệ to watch the sunrise.

Half a century has passed with so many changes.

The compassionate faces and smiles of Dong Hoi

The spacious, well-maintained streets welcome visitors.

The Nhật Lệ River laps against the shore, sending waves high into the air.

Fishing boats are anchored ashore, waiting to depart.

Beyond the sand dunes towards Bao Ninh is the sea.

From the Mother Suốt monument, looking on…

We have overcome the years of poverty.

Planning the future for a new city.

Dong Hoi - Quang Binh is changing day by day.

A vibrant, green city, a city of compassion!

Walking slowly across the sand dunes of Quang Binh.

Hear the sacred echoes of countless heroes and valiant warriors.

Brilliant generals and patriotic scholars become immortal.

I can hear the poetry of Han Mac Tu calling me home…

The years keep passing by, but life remains the same.

Live to love, live a full and meaningful life.

Quang Binh today is always bathed in sunshine and smiles.

Open your arms wide to welcome the new day.

Hoang Dinh Nguyen

I am a wave

I am in the age of cherry blossoms, searching for memories.

Waves crash against the shore, he gathers the sunlight of time.

The sea this afternoon is also hazy with mist.

Mount Large bids farewell to the fishing season.

The windy day at the Mulberry Field is sad…

You are my moon, the dreamy, blue moon of the sixteenth month.

He became the one who retrieved the fading moonlight, mending the remnants of past love.

A chance encounter on a June night.

Nghinh Phong Cape is breezy.

My fate is in ruins.

The wave has just subsided…

You are a wave pretending to love the warm sea.

He remains foolish, whispering songs that caress his lips.

Her passionate hair is captivated by the waves.

A realm of dreams overflowing…

The dream of a life of hardship and adversity is gradually being pushed further and further away...

Le Vinh Du

Foreign

Childhood

I grew up in my grandmother's care.

Old songs

Oh dear, Grandma told me...

Pity the small, lonely stork

I miss the sound of the night heron staying awake late in the fields.

The dish that almost made me laugh

Eyes of a well

Oh, the longing!

Twelve foreign docks have worn down the path.

Waking up at dawn amidst the dew

My heart aches and I cry.

A lifetime of hardship and toil.

She shouldered the burden herself.

Let my life go on its own.

In the shadow of my grandmother.

Ngo Nu Thuy Linh

Saying goodbye to each other

As closed

half moon

Last night I dreamt of the mountains, and you smiled like poetry.

Who is the sleepwalker gathering distant clouds?

blurry, misty

holding hands and showing the way

Just get through this sadness.

It will be as lively as a festival.

Hey, you,

Please don't forget so quickly.

sparkling night

eyes that were once filled with longing for someone.

as the silver clouds drifted overhead

just follow the light

find each other

Winter will contribute more firewood.

Every love eventually reaches its final destination.

Tonight, I bid you farewell.

Le Thanh My

Xuyen Chi Rain

Other wings

Rising from a bluish sadness

Rising from the far side of the eyes

Dark brown rays of memory

Drifting and flying away in the clear air.

Words of Truth

It fell into my palm and hurt.

I passed by a field of cosmos flowers on my way home.

But where can we find each other?

The white petals whisper the words of the wind.

The scent is gone.

The first hints of purple clouds on the horizon

Where will I fly to amidst this endless stream of memories...?

Oh, my intuition...

Let a blue-green sadness drift away!

Huynh Thi Quynh Nga

Written for Gac Ma

Over thirty years

The daughter has grown up and become a mother.

In the photograph of his father, the young soldier's smile is visible.

The pain of that day still feels fresh.

On an unequal battlefield

Thousands upon thousands of loving messages are sent endlessly.

A memory that can never be fully expressed.

The picture of my father still fills my heart with tears.

Words from the past, because I am a soldier.

Water conservation is essential for survival.

Seeing the invaders, they took up arms and set out.

Bringing spring with you

Bring the color green.

White clouds bloom, bidding farewell to the green sky.

The place where my father fell.

It is where I grew up.

Thousands of petals, like blood, sprouted.

The sea remains white-capped, but our hearts remain steadfast.

My mother's eyes gazed far into the distance.

March, the rice fields

Like a blazing fire kindled in the sky.

The words of the past still echo in my ears.

Rest in peace in the hearts of all who remain.

His shadow returns, incense is lit at night.

Le Ha Ngan

Poet Dam Chu Van selected and introduced this.

Source: https://baodongnai.com.vn/dong-nai-cuoi-tuan/202504/sang-tac-ca05699/