A Cinnamon Afternoon - a book of delightful poems
On the 15th of June 2020, my 4th book is going to be released on all major online book stores. It is now available to preorder on Amazon stores.
A Cinnamon Afternoon is a collection of 144 poems that introduces the reader to a surreal world, that exists intertwined with our mundane, casual world, where everything is interconnected and exists simultaneously as reality and also as imagination. Visions, contemplative states, delightful incursions in the lands where everything exists as sweet baked goodies, created and induced with the help of contemporary free-form poetry, keep the reader wanting to read more, so he can dwell again and again in the dimension where everything is just a fantasy seen from the corner of the eye. Add romance, out of time perceptions, surrealism, and mystery and you'll start to get an idea on how this book unfolds, page after page.
The book manages to create that atmosphere where maturity and child-like play are blending together, projecting the reader in a timeless dimension, right in his living room, guiding him through a series of joyful adventures where the imaginative mind plays its strongest point. Envisioning real-life situations through playful and often surreal eyes brings that coziness and heart mending space, where the reader feels the warmth of his serene self coming back as if a thousand pieces of his soul are forming the big puzzle, again.
In just a few words, the book can be described as a poetic journey into an imaginary cinnamon world that we all wish for, in our innermost cherished dreams.
Here is a sample poem, taken from chapter 4, Her:
you came today silent,
like the morning cup of tea,
embracing me with the moments
that you've discovered last night
between the two of us.
you sat at the kitchen table,
and curled around the chair,
looking at me with reverence
and insightful sincerity.
you came today silent,
resting your thoughts
on the back porch,
where we occasionally
drink our coffee
and dream about the sun
sitting in the cool shade.
you came today silent,
to rest my forehead
on your bruised shoulder
and you did all these
for the days when I wished
you were here with me.
A Cinnamon Afternoon is a collection of 144 poems that introduces the reader to a surreal world, that exists intertwined with our mundane, casual world, where everything is interconnected and exists simultaneously as reality and also as imagination. Visions, contemplative states, delightful incursions in the lands where everything exists as sweet baked goodies, created and induced with the help of contemporary free-form poetry, keep the reader wanting to read more, so he can dwell again and again in the dimension where everything is just a fantasy seen from the corner of the eye. Add romance, out of time perceptions, surrealism, and mystery and you'll start to get an idea on how this book unfolds, page after page.
The book manages to create that atmosphere where maturity and child-like play are blending together, projecting the reader in a timeless dimension, right in his living room, guiding him through a series of joyful adventures where the imaginative mind plays its strongest point. Envisioning real-life situations through playful and often surreal eyes brings that coziness and heart mending space, where the reader feels the warmth of his serene self coming back as if a thousand pieces of his soul are forming the big puzzle, again.
In just a few words, the book can be described as a poetic journey into an imaginary cinnamon world that we all wish for, in our innermost cherished dreams.
Here is a sample poem, taken from chapter 4, Her:
you came today silent,
like the morning cup of tea,
embracing me with the moments
that you've discovered last night
between the two of us.
you sat at the kitchen table,
and curled around the chair,
looking at me with reverence
and insightful sincerity.
you came today silent,
resting your thoughts
on the back porch,
where we occasionally
drink our coffee
and dream about the sun
sitting in the cool shade.
you came today silent,
to rest my forehead
on your bruised shoulder
and you did all these
for the days when I wished
you were here with me.
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