In “the red, red rose”, Robert Burns is directly speaking to his love. He wants to convey how he will love her till eternity. The distance between them is just physical and temporary.
I hope after all this quarantine I’ll finally get back on stage. I choked 4 years ago and haven’t tried again. I know fear is just in my head. I just have to get passed it. More poetry on my blog, Piecesofkblog.com
This was just a contemplation about what I am planning to do in my career. I am changing direction and that VUCA is the driver for these thoughts. Please let me know what you think.
A man watching my ever inch of curve, piercing his eyes. He utters “Miss, your bra strip is giving me butterflies.” I replied, “Well, should I be disguised?” Shhhhhhhh…..speak low you are a woman he can give a call, He is a man and you must fall ! Wait, why should I fall ? why can’t I give a call ? Society is moulded with judgement afterall. A bra strip is sexualized, at the same time we don’t get god damn sexual rights! It’s been 73 years of independence, But still women are in fight, equality of gender have to put insight. My mother swears me to wear skirts less often, I know I am flaunting it, But at the same time I am risking it. Society gives a dress code thats for eternity, Uff!! but still there is a RAPE and it is still their gossips fraternity. DON’T, just don’t carve my body like a hour glass. And my bra as a calling for some love. But if a bra strip could talk, ” it would wonder why you would create such a scene, each time you see me or even get a slightest peak”. Well, thank you society , “Slutty” is such a an easy word for “easy girls” isn’t it ? It’s my business as your nose does not fit.
The Chair The old man sits in a chair by the door waiting for someone who’s been there before. His skin is as thin as rice paper page, drooping face speckled with spots of his…
The Twin Flames, by J. W. Cassandra. I placed my poem to my volume 17, “This Is You!”, cycle “Heart Sutra”. I created it just yesterday evening by inspiration of my dear friend, Daniel Coates. I dedicate this poem and the entire cycle to him. So far, I wrote only 5 of the entire cycle but, I will finish soon, I hope. I’ll share here more of them – ’cause of lack of time, I’ve made only this one in image format, yet. I share it both in English and Hungarian.
The Twin Flames, by J. W. Cassandra. I placed my poem to my volume 17, “This Is You!”, cycle “Heart Sutra”. I created it just yesterday evening by inspiration of my dear friend, Daniel Coates. I dedicate this poem and the entire cycle to him. So far, I wrote only 5 of the entire cycle but, I will finish soon, I hope. I’ll share here more of them – ’cause of lack of time, I’ve made only this one in image format, yet. I share it both in English and Hungarian.
I feel its not necessary, but how else do you show someone that you love them, if you are not even there by their side in happy/ sad moments? It is difficult to breathe at…
Alden, My Prince of Peace With unbridled passion this being faces each new day this body with mind works mechanically knowing that come the night – Peace is certain. – As I lay my head upon your chest legs tangled beneath our covers I can close my eyes – You are my peace. Maria myra trudel 2015
