That new born on that hill, new, growing, gaining food and water ; it grew too soon, understood too much, expectations and ambitions it wanted to break free from them but it was too deep…
Socrates’ Farewell Speech, by J. W. Cassandra: this poem was written on Dec. 04th, after awaking from sleep. It was circling in my mind and didn’t get off me. Then later I read it for my daughter who told me it is the real Socrates’ farewell speech… So we found its title. So far, I hadn’t placed it into any of my volumes. I’ll share the Hungarian version, as well. Illustration: GDJ or Gordon Johnson, from Pixabay. Canvas: The Death of Socrates, by Jacques-Louis David (1787). I hope, you’ll like it and that it won’t be my “last song”. 🙂
J. W. Cassandra: A Végtelennel összhangban: ez a Fibonacci-vers változata, amit a Fib Poemsben osztottam meg. Amikor a vers még csak a fejemben létezett, így készültem megírni. A Fibinacci-vers csak játék volt, kísérlet. Ez a pontosabb változat, amit az azonos című ciklusba fogok rakni. Remélem, az is olyan érdekes lesz, mint a Fibonacci-vers. 2 nyelven osztom meg, ahogy szoktam. A magyar változat kissé eltér az angoltól. Illusztráció: Gerd Altmann, Pixabay. Ez a kép az előző párja, és úgy gondolom, a két vers 2 képe kiegészíti egymást a jin-yanghoz hasonlóan. (In Tune with the Infinite, by J. W. Cassandra: this is the version of the Fib poem shared in Fib Poems. When I was going to write the poem and had its idea in my mind, first I felt is by this way. Fibonacci poem was only a play, an attempt from me. This is the more exact version of it and I will place it into my new cycle with identical title. I hope this version will be as interesting for you, as the Fib version was. I’ll share it here in 2 languages as I used to do. Of course, the Hungarian version a bit alters from the English one. The illustration I took from Pixabay, made by Gerd Altmann. This photo is the pair of the previous one and I think the photos of the 2 poems namely this one and that of the Fib poem make a completion, similar than the yin and yang.)
In Tune with the Infinite, by J. W. Cassandra: this is the version of the Fib poem shared in Fib Poems. When I was going to write the poem and had its idea in my mind, first I felt is by this way. Fibonacci poem was only a play, an attempt from me. This is the more exact version of it and I will place it into my new cycle with identical title. I hope this version will be as interesting for you, as the Fib version was. I’ll share it here in 2 languages as I used to do. Of course, the Hungarian version a bit alters from the English one. The illustration I took from Pixabay, made by Gerd Altmann. This photo is the pair of the previous one and I think the photos of the 2 poems namely this one and that of the Fib poem make a completion, similar than the yin and yang.
In Tune with the Infinite, a Fib poem, by J. W. Cassandra. I tried to write the poem the idea of that I had in my mind, in a form of a Fibonacci poem. It will be placed in my cycle with identical title. I wrote it both in English and Hungarian. The latter version is a bit shorter, according to the language characters. I plan to write this same poem in an other form, as well. Because this attempt from me was a game only. 🙂 Not the form, but the say is that is important. If I manage to write its new version, I’ll share them in the 2 language. I indicated the end of the sequences with this character: ]. Illustration: geralt or Gerd Altmann from Pixabay. One more note: I couldn’t share this poem in a comment in Instagram because of its length.
In Tune with the Infinite, a Fib poem, by J. W. Cassandra. I tried to write the poem the idea of that I had in my mind, in a form of a Fibonacci poem. It will be placed in my cycle with identical title. I wrote it both in English and Hungarian. The latter version is a bit shorter, according to the language characters. I plan to write this same poem in an other form, as well. Because this attempt from me was a game only. 🙂 Not the form, but the say is that is important. If I manage to write its new version, I’ll share them in the 2 language. Illustration: geralt or Gerd Altmann from Pixabay. One more note: I couldn’t share this poem in a comment in Instagram because of its length.
A Fib is a multiple-line verse based on the Fibonacci sequence so that the number of syllables in each line equals the total number of syllables in the preceding two lines.
Meaningful Life, by J. W. Cassandra, I wrote this poem just now, only in English, I made it by Canva. In the meantime, I made the Hungarian version, as well. This is it. And though the title is accidental on the joint on the photo, it rhymes with the say of my poem. I hope you’ll like it.
Meaningful Life, by J. W. Cassandra: I wrote this poem just now, only in English, for a while. I made it by Canva. The accidental title on the joint on the photo rhymes with the say of my poem. I hope you’ll like it. I’ll share it in Hungarian, as well. Of course, I didn’t place it in any of my volumes yet.
It’s been a while since I posted last, been busy with college work. In any case, I manage to do a bit of work. Here’s an excerpt: “Sprawling skies above, The colour of bruises, The colour of dreams; Dark purples, light blues.”
What makes me write, is Romance! And what is romance, that’s a question. It will have different definitions for every individual and that means there will be different romance to know about, to read about, to live. So why not be with someone/something and get to experience the ocean of romance!!! Read the full blog now!
Medicine Granny’s Stories, by J. W. Cassandra. Here I share the first story of the short novel. Better to say, this is a smashed genre: the story includes in itself is intertwined in it with a tale. Its title is: The Swallow Wort. I divided it into 2 parts for sharing here since it is a bit long. If you read it, you’ll meet a Medicine Granny and her granddaughter, Starcluster. Granny grows her granddaughter and teaches her unnoticed for values of life and for knowledge of herbs. Reading it, a charming, magical world opens, one can be lost in it. After sharing the part 1, at once I’ll share the Part 2, in Hungarian.The illustration is by TootSweetCarol, from Pixabay. I hope, you’ll like my story. Later I can share more of it, though the story will be continued yet.
Medicine Granny’s Stories, by J. W. Cassandra. Here I share the first story of the short novel. Better to say, this is a smashed genre: the story includes in itself is intertwined in it with a tale. Its title is: The Swallow Wort. I divided it into 2 parts for sharing here since it is a bit long. If you read it, you’ll meet a Medicine Granny and her granddaughter, Starcluster. Granny grows her granddaughter and teaches her unnoticed for values of life and for knowledge of herbs. Reading it, a charming, magical world opens, one can be lost in it. Here I am sharing the part 1, at once I’ll share the Part 2, in Hungarian. Illustration by TootSweetCarol, from Pixabay. I hope, you’ll like my story. Later I can share more of it, though the story will be continued yet.
Medicine Granny’s Stories, by J. W. Cassandra. Here I share the first story of the short novel. Better to say, this is a smashed genre: the story includes in itself is intertwined in it with a tale. Its title is: The Swallow Wort. I divided it into 2 parts for sharing here since it is a bit long. If you read it, you’ll meet a Medicine Granny and her granddaughter, Starcluster. Granny grows her granddaughter and teaches her unnoticed for values of life and for knowledge of herbs. Reading it, a charming, magical world opens, one can be lost in it. After sharing the part 1, at once I’ll share the Part 2, in English. Finishing the English version, I’ll share the Hungarian version, as well, in 2 parts.I noticed after sharing the part 1, that my illustration is omitted from the post. So, now I’ll paste an other photo from Pixabay, by TootSweetCarol. I hope, you’ll like my story. Later I can share more of it, though the story will be continued yet.
Medicine Granny’s Stories, by J. W. Cassandra. Here I share the first story of the short novel. Better to say, this is a smashed genre: the story includes in itself is intertwined in it with a tale. Its title is: The Swallow Wort. I divided it into 2 parts for sharing here since it is a bit long. If you read it, you’ll meet a Medicine Granny and her granddaughter, Starcluster. Granny grows her granddaughter and teaches her unnoticed for values of life and for knowledge of herbs. Reading it, a charming, magical world opens, one can be lost in it. After sharing the part 1, at once I’ll share the Part 2, in English. Finishing the English version, I’ll share the Hungarian version, as well, in 2 parts.The illustration I myself made of 3 photos taken from Pixabay and I wrote the origin under them. I hope, you’ll like my story. Later I can share more of it, though the story will be continued yet.
