FROM THE POET

This is a series of poems written by John Svododa over a number of years. There are times of peak-where numerous poems were written & there are also times of lows where there are long periods between each poem. As the author is trying to reach a goal of 1001 (and then retire!!) it was never envisaged that this would be done over a short period of time. Poems can be humorous, ridiculing someone or something, show a meaning of hurt or love or even project feelings that not necessarily be directed to the same person/thing, can be a reflection of life or to be life. Most poems are trying to send a message to the reader be it not understandable or nonsense.

The idea of this poet is not to have any ill feelings against anyone but to be read by young whom can learn about life – and by the elderly look back at what could have been. Some are very personal- but who cares when you are currently living in a life that has total enjoyment. Suggestion is not to criticize but to take in the enjoyment of creative poetry make it meaningful and thus may be you can be an author.

SO NOW:

Please Read On!

Monday, 21 November 1983

Poem Number 25 - Roses - 21/11/1983

In summer, the roses seem to die,
As the wind blows the sand away from the heart.
What makes time change and also the weather?
Like the farmer whose getting up, from early dawn to sow.

In winter, the roses stay deep red, a little longer,
As the dew from the morning, is ever kept.
Maybe, it’s the best time of the year for the rose to last,
But the stem reaches out so tall, as tall as a yacht mask.
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