The Foot Steps, by J. W. Cassandra. I wrote this poem in 2014, yet. I translated it just now. The poem I placed into my volume 10, “Silence Embraces: the Silent Stirs”, cycle “Life-fruit”. I hope I could render its extraordinary sense. I will share it both in English and Hungarian. Illustration from Pixabay, image by Smimbipi.
The Foot Steps, by J. W. Cassandra. I wrote this poem in 2014, yet. I translated it just now. The poem I placed into my volume 10, “Silence Embraces: the Silent Stirs”, cycle “Life-fruit”. I hope I could render its extraordinary sense. I will share it both in English and Hungarian. Illustration from Pixabay, image by Smimbipi.
An order placed for a chicken soup and again a hand enters in coop rummaging through their group an afraid one caught by its foot Scared and bemuse flock saw the one leave wondering what…
This poem explores the five stages of grief, i.e. denial, anger, bargain, depression, acceptance. Each stage is covered in each of the paragraphs.
Chanso is a French poetic form with 5-6 stanzas followed by a convoy.
He Never Had Wings, by J. W. Cassandra. I wrote this poem yesterday night. In the translation, I tried to render rather the meaning, not the mere poetic form. It was a difficult task because although seemingly the poem is written by simple words, all the words bear particular significance. That’s why I strove to grab the essence instead of the form, in translating. I share it both in English and Hungarian. Of course, I haven’t place it in my volumes, yet. I hope, you’ll enjoy it. Illustration is my own photo of Corvinus gate, Buda Castle, Hungary.
He Never Had Wings, by J. W. Cassandra. I wrote this poem yesterday night. In the translation, I tried to render rather the meaning, not the mere poetic form. It was a difficult task because although seemingly the poem is written by simple words, all the words bear particular significance. That’s why I strove to grab the essence instead of the form, in translating. I share it both in English and Hungarian. Of course, I haven’t place it in my volumes, yet. I hope, you’ll enjoy it. Illustration is my own photo of Corvinus gate, Buda Castle, Hungary.
This is a rhyming couplet poem for kids. A couplet usually consists of two lines that rhyme and generally have a similar meter. A couplet could be a complete two-line poem or a part of a larger poem.
Garland of My Songs, by J. W. Cassandra. I wrote this poem yet in February. I placed it to my volume “Incompletion”, cycle “I for You Return”. The subject “I” is not me, it is the lyrical “I”. I share the poem both in English and Hungarian and hope, you’ll enjoy it. Illustration for it I took from Pixabay.
Garland of My Songs, by J. W. Cassandra. I wrote this poem yet in February. I placed it to my volume “Incompletion”, cycle “I for You Return”. The subject “I” is not me, it is the lyrical “I”. I share the poem both in English and Hungarian and hope, you’ll enjoy it. Illustration for it I took from Pixabay.
The vastness surrounding boggles my mind countless creatures, shrubs and leaves each unique in its own kind like, celestial bodies all around floating in space away from ground Soil somewhere untouched by your feet like,…
Everyone needs a mirror in their life. Showing the perfectly flawed, madly genius self. It could be anyone, a friend, your mother, a pen pal, or yourself. Who is the mirror in your life?
This is an alphabet poem which is about the time when all these lockdowns, pandemic, cases will finally get over. The first letter of each word in the poem is in alphabetical order from A-Z.
