In the deep ocean of poetry, My pen is the ship that makes journey to the ocean majestic. I travel through this ocean whenever – I am confused what to do. It is the ocean…
Ode on Grecian urn is an ekphrasis poem dedicated to an urn from Greece that’s telling immortal stories about the pictures that are depicted on it. These stories mesmerize the speaker.
They Are Coming – The Poem They say my village’s soil is gold,And it’ll be much before I am oldour affluence will rise manifoldBut I think that the move is too boldthrough factories in every…
I’d wander and often adrift Only to pursue tranquility and escape Being able to liberate words of a poet Cascades of which flow alongside the lakes I’d often meander amidst wilderness That embrace ever-flowing…
Rose of Storm, by J. W. Cassandra. My newest poem, this was the 2nd one yesterday. I saw the illustrating photo and the poem came to my mind, so again I was the scribbler… I didn’t place it into any of my volumes yet. I share the poem in English and in Hungarian as well. Illustration: by Manfred Richter, Pixabay. And I’d like to note this time – entirely as a personal note -, my dear friends here, that I have to have a break till about 10th July. Because we move into a new house, and I’ll have but a few time for anything. After it I’ll return. If I manage, I’ll share some short writings in the meantime. Thank you to bear my personal note. 😊 I wish you all a great time for that term. By for now!
Rose of Storm, by J. W. Cassandra. My newest poem, this was the 2nd one yesterday. I saw the illustrating photo and the poem came to my mind, so again I was the scribbler… I didn’t place it into any of my volumes yet. I share the poem in English and in Hungarian as well. Illustration: by Manfred Richter, Pixabay. And I’d like to note this time – entirely as a personal note -, my dear friends here, that I have to have a break till about 10th July. Because we move into a new house, and I’ll have but a few time for anything. After it I’ll return. If I manage, I’ll share some short writings in the meantime. Thank you to bear my personal note. 😊 I wish you all a great time for that term. By for now!
This poem I wrote yesterday, along with an another poem. I did not place this one into any of my volumes yet, I’ll do so later. The poem came to my mind 2 days ago indeed, and I quickly wrote the 1st strophe. Then I felt, it requires to be continued, but my daughter told me, this is ready, finished, a whole poem. Not in vain I felt that it isn’t so: yesterday the whole poem came to my mind and I was only the “scribbler”. 😊 I hope you’ll like it. I share it both in English and in Hungarian. Illustration: by Manfred Richter, Pixabay.
This poem I wrote yesterday, along with an another poem. I did not place this one into any of my volumes yet, I’ll do so later. The poem came to my mind 2 days ago indeed, and I quickly wrote the 1st strophe. Then I felt, it requires to be continued, but my daughter told me, this is ready, finished, a whole poem. Not in vain I felt that it isn’t so: yesterday the whole poem came to my mind and I was only the “scribbler”. 😊 I hope you’ll like it. I share it both in English and in Hungarian. Illustration: by Manfred Richter, Pixabay.
