A Cinnamon Afternoon
by Adrian Tanase
ISBN: 978-3-96917-511-8
© 2020 Adrian Tanase
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A Cinnamon Afternoon
by Adrian Tanase
Table of Contents
1. Chapter 1 - A Surreal Day (21 poems)
2. Chapter 2 - Memories from Childhood (7 poems)
3. Chapter 3 - 3 PM (10 poems)
4. Chapter 4 - Her (35 poems)
5. Chapter 5 - At Night (13 poems)
6. Chapter 6 - Out of Time (31 poems)
7. Chapter 7 - Perceptions (27 poems)
Foreword
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.
a surreal day
1.
seeing the surface geometry
of my room
is all I need
to come back again
to this irregularly
shaped world.
I am always trying to be
a square,
or a triangle,
trying to fit,
in the diversity
of this world’s
many planes and forms.
I am sitting quietly,
sipping on my coffee
and hearing
distant piano chords
from an old jazz melody
which remind me
that today,
I am just an irregular triangle
resting on one
of its sides.
2.
a surreal teapot
pouring tea in my cup by itself
has reminded me
it’s Thursday.
ginger cookies and jam
laying next to cubes of sugar
on my table
are smiling friendly
at each other.
today,
my dreams are out of this world
as I envision myself
jumping from planet to planet
in a joyful dance
through a universe
where everything is made
of cookies.
3.
introspection of December,
where my soul is resting
in perfect symmetry
with everything around me.
I am a cube,
facing red triangles of love,
listening to the music
of a long-forgotten time,
I am the clear blue ocean
surrounding the pristine islands,
where no one has ever
set foot
in centuries.
4.
an afternoon of poetry
seen through the wooden fence,
makes everything less visible
but more insightful,
as one barely sees
but can feel inside
and imagine in his mind,
what it would be like
to live a life of poetry,
