Coimbra * (Anno...) Poem by ONElia AVElar

Beautifully pictured and presented...one could almost reach out and touch it..the backyard of memory is a startlingly beautiful phrase. All the perfection of a haiku without being a haiku...so very well written and such a beautiful poem. Love it!

Fantastic imagery... Flora got there before me.... but: 'all is already in the backyard of my memory. There are no seasons' That moved me... those 3 simple lines say so much o.... Simply breathless poetry! I think I fell in love again Rx

Onelia, this line: '...backyard of my memory...' will have me returning to read you. It is incisive. Rgds, Ivan

so beautiful.....thanks for sharing

I love Portugal and I can already picture the lemon trees and orange trees in their natural habitat. Sharp imagery here; -) HG xx

A sweet poem about a sour fruit :) Deeply nostalgic -reminds me of days in Cyprus

You use imagery effectively in your poems and use less words to describe more

just like home. very beautiful. thanks for sharing.md

A short lovely poem with imagery in its core. Nice.

Lovely image - it reminds me so much of the Amalfi Coast in southern Italy, where lemon and orange trees grow in gardens - simple but beautiful and true.