All posts in "Seasons Poem"

Well,this is a poem about winter season, the loveliest. Full of festivals and flowers. The sun in chilled morning of winter is all every one needs in this season. The coffee mug, bonfire, the music & night sky are love. Christmas and Santa, who doesn’t wait for them.

Life Ponders, by J. W. Cassandra. This is my newest poem, I wrote it only 2 days ago. I myself took the photo and made the image. The idea came by seeing the Spring coming late, as if it hesitated to come or not to come… the flowers to ponder to blossom or not to blossom… I share the poem both in English and Hungarian. It isn’t placed yet into any of my volumes, yet, of course. I’ll do it later. The story of writing: I have so far written 12 whole, finished volumes of my poems, following a plan to make in each one volume 21 cycles and to place in each cycle 12 poems and an “overture” or “opening poem” – that gives the keynote to the whole cycle – in the beginning of them. Moreover, I made so far 6 volumes that I haven’t finished yet, I used to place my new poems in them in the same system, as above. 2 days ago, I remembered one of my more than 4200 poems, only the starting line and the title. I began to search it in my all volumes since I wanted to re-read it and to share. But I couldn’t find it anywhere. Then I wrote down it and made for sharing. This poem is that. I can’t imagine only, how I could “remember” it when it didn’t exist yet?

Life Ponders, by J. W. Cassandra. This is my newest poem, I wrote it only 2 days ago. I myself took the photo and made the image. The idea came by seeing the Spring coming late, as if it hesitated to come or not to come… the flowers to ponder to blossom or not to blossom… I share the poem both in English and Hungarian. It isn’t placed yet into any of my volumes, yet, of course. I’ll do it later. The story of writing: I have so far written 12 whole, finished volumes of my poems, following a plan to make in each one volume 21 cycles and to place in each cycle 12 poems and an “overture” or “opening poem” – that gives the keynote to the whole cycle – in the beginning of them. Moreover, I made so far 6 volumes that I haven’t finished yet, I used to place my new poems in them in the same system, as above. 2 days ago, I remembered one of my more than 4200 poems, only the starting line and the title. I began to search it in my all volumes since I wanted to re-read it and to share. But I couldn’t find it anywhere. Then I wrote down it and made for sharing. This poem is that. I can’t imagine only, how I could “remember” it when it didn’t exist yet?

Like dandelions Before the breeze, Ignorant the coming change.

The Petunias is a poem about the flowers that can survive the worst of climates but not winters. Everyone has a breaking point. But the speaker hopes they survive.