I am here,
but my body is not.
Spring is here.
Everything is green, light-green.
I can see spring is here,
but I can´t feel it.
My body covered
with dark-green moonleaves,
longing for the soil
that once was mine.
I am here,
but my life is not with me.
Pia, In the words of the street poets ' I feel you'. Life death and lingering. at least to me thanks for the great read Tony D.
Lovely work. The title is especially enchanting. Kindest regards, Sandra
Beautifully penned Pia. Truly deep and heartfelt. Thank you
longing for the soil that once was mine. I am here, but my life is not with me. you are becoming philosophical. soul and body and the feeling of its absence in certain moments in life. you are describing this rare feeling now. thank you
this poe is as good as your other poems..means you are really a good poet with rich ideas, , , and meaningful way of writing..well done..10/10
You are certainly one of the best here or anywhere. This is pure imagery, unadulterated imagery. This is what is called as 'Bhavukatha' in Sanskrit. Very very very good and great.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the dichotomy of opposites you've expressed here, and the language you've used to express such opposing thoughts. Shane