11 December 2019

Advent evening


The crowd flows slowly, clatters on the square.
Thousands of lights entice into the dusk.
Sweet Christmas scents are all around the air.
Enchanting moment comes and holds me up.


Still-flakes embrace and gently lead me on.
And long ago forgotten thoughts awake.
The voice of bell echoes deep in my soul.
I walk along a road I've left away.

The past knocks on the worn stones of the floor.
Old creaking benches whisper in my ear.
Musing on wonders I just stand alone,
And wish this lovely faith won't disappear.

The child who dreams forever endless tale...
I lost her but she will find me today.
























Karácsonyi szonett

Zsibongva, lassan áradó tömeg,
S ezernyi fény az alkonyatba csábít.
Fahéjas édes illat ott lebeg
A fák alatt, s a pillanat megállít.

A csönd fehér pihékkel átkarol,
Egy észrevétlen gondolat felébred,
Harang szavára szíved úgy dobol,
S rég elhagyott utakra visz ma lépted.

A Múlt kopog kopott kövek során,
Az ócska pad remegve megnyikordul.
A lelked elmereng a bús csodán,
És tiszta szép hitet zokogva koldul.

Ma újra rád talál az elveszett,
Örök meséket álmodó gyerek.



Christmas lights in Pécs







Pécs, 10 December 2016

Skywatch Friday
dVerse ~ Poets Pub

13 comments:

  1. A wonderful poem and lovely photos!
    Merry Christmas!

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    1. Thank you very much! Merry Christmas, dear Sara!

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  2. Beautiful evening shots.

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  3. Very nice reflections on the season. We have put our lights in front of our home, and we are occupied with choir practice for the great celebration!

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    1. Thank you very much! Merry Christmas to you!

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  4. All your photos are wonderful but that first one is like a dream

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  5. Beautiful photography, and I like the poem!

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    1. Thank you very much! Have a lovely weekend!

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  6. Found this rather emotional - so thanks so much for touching my soul with this - beautifully felt writing

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  7. Beautiful scenes in your poem and photographs, Edit. I love the appeal to the senses in the crowd clattering on the square and the Christmas scents, and the lines:
    ‘The past knocks on the worn stones of the floor.
    Old creaking benches whisper in my ear’.

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  8. Nice line: "The past knocks on the worn stones of the floor." One can hear the past as one walks.

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