I Am Scattered, by J. W. Cassandra. The poem is a written of the form of a sonnet, it belongs to my volume XVIII, Incompletion, cycle I for You Return. This is my last poem so far.
The poem beautifully presents the thoughts of the poet through the mouth of the baby who is still unborn. The baby is well aware of the gravity of the situation across the world that he is just too scared to take birth. He simply knows that the world is too evil that he will not be able to sustain here, given its innocence.
Chariot of Triumph, Part 2, by J. W. Cassandra. The poem belongs to my volume II, Sun-book, cycle Triumph of Peace. I was hesitating for a while before sharing it since, I’d like it to do in a proper moment…
Chariot of Triumph, Part 1, by J. W. Cassandra. The poem belongs to my volume II, Sun-book, cycle Triumph of Peace. I was hesitating for a while before sharing it since, I’d like it to do in a proper moment…
Chariot of Triumph, Part 1, by J. W. Cassandra. The poem belongs to my volume II, Sun-book, cycle Triumph of Peace. I was hesitating for a while before sharing it since, I’d like it to do in a proper moment…
Chariot of Triumph, Part 1, by J. W. Cassandra. The poem belongs to my volume II, Sun-book, cycle Triumph of Peace. I was hesitating for a while before sharing it since, I’d like it to do in a proper moment…
Moon-Days, Part 1, by J. W. Cassandra. This poem I wrote recently, I haven’t place it to any of my volumes, yet. In the English translation, I tried to give back the atmosphere of the essential version. I do use instead of expression ‘lunar days’ that of ‘Moon-days’ since, what I mean in my poem is an unearthly enchantment, beyond ordinary phenomena. I hope its sense will be tangible.
Moon-Days, Part 1, by J. W. Cassandra. This poem I wrote recently, I haven’t place it to any of my volumes, yet. In the English translation, I tried to give back the atmosphere of the essential version. I do use instead of expression ‘lunar days’ that of ‘Moon-days’ since, what I mean in my poem is an unearthly enchantment, beyond ordinary phenomena. I hope its sense will be tangible.
Moon-Days, Part 2, by J. W. Cassandra. This poem I wrote recently, I haven’t place it to any of my volumes, yet. In the English translation, I tried to give back the atmosphere of the essential version. I do use instead of expression ‘lunar days’ that of ‘Moon-days’ since, what I mean in my poem is an unearthly enchantment, beyond ordinary phenomena. I hope its sense will be tangible.
Moon-Days, Part 1, by J. W. Cassandra. This poem I wrote recently, I haven’t place it to any of my volumes, yet. In the English translation, I tried to give back the atmosphere of the essential version. I do use instead of expression ‘lunar days’ that of ‘Moon-days’ since, what I mean in my poem is an unearthly enchantment, beyond ordinary phenomena. I hope its sense will be tangible.
Sometimes the people closest to you invalidate your feelings because they don’t want to deal with the ramifications. This poem is a response to invalidation from those you love. https://www.instagram.com/p/BwiU-dsBqJ8/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link
Though we get knocked by life’s excesses yet, we strive to live to become relevant. We battle forces beyond our capacities but our resilience as sapiens makes it possible to survive.
This extremely famous poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye has been read at countless funerals and public occasions. The author composed this poem in a moment of inspiration and scribbled it on a paper bag. She wrote it to comfort a family friend who had just lost her mother and was unable to even visit her grave.
