How hard is it to be
in an olive garlanded grove
hinging with dove cots, cooing
under a sensual night's cover
where all that seemed becomes real
when awaken that is just me
tries in vain to coax back
my thought
driven by its own thirst,
wanders for wonder beyond starry folds
to the thrall
of as if my eyes' first landscape
where I am and to me!
Nicely written poem here Yoonoos. We came from the dust and when we leave, we will become dust again. Superb.
Nice poem. we rarely feel in people today as if their spiritual light is snuffed out by an unaffectionable life.their decay is the green life of change-the evanescent nature's eternal resurrection.... is very nice. Enjoyed the philosophical touch in the poem. Thanks for sharing.10+++
- - -Is there another world for my dust of form to warm life and be myself again- - - I'm with you, dear poet. I loved every line, this is a wonderfully written write. Thanks for sharing.
From dust we came and to dust we return and from the dust of our decomposing physical form we will be resurrected one day. Great poem Yoonoos. Rated 10
There is something life-changing when one can find the place and time to simply reflect...under the olive tree. Great verse, Yoonoos.
A truly self searching, introspective piece set in metaphorical idiom, a true marvel.
There is a gardener, that's all I know, who is He and where is He, I don't see any other place for Him other than my heart.
an interesting and thoughtful poem of a restless life still wondering? ...….well penned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is such great depth and so much beauty in this poem! Very thought-provoking! Without our spiritual essence, we are nothing. We might as well be robots. Human extensions of modern technology. Yoonoos, thank you so much for bringing it to my attention. Thoroughly enjoyed it! ! !