Coimbra * (Anno...) Comments

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.

In my previous comment I made a grammar mistake. I wanted to write: some difficulties. Instead I wrote: difficult. For me it had to be really difficult to write about this Coimbra.

I had some difficult to comment this poem. A memoy of Coimbra, a memory of the past...Then that lemon tree so persistent and it's really an evergreen. In the end I commented it and my Coimbra has been delivered to the memory, to the past...Everything is started from this poem called: Coimbra * (anno...) .

Gentle warm write, you really do look for the bright in things...Coach

There are no seasons and the lemon tree remains an evergreen for me...................................sun and shadow all when reflects in memory, that braces up the minds of readers with beautiful metaphors, well penned,10/10, thanks for sharing

In amongst the sharp imagery of the lemon tree, the line'backyard of my memory' is one that will linger in the front yard of my memory...vibrantly coloured words here Onelia. justine.

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

so beautiful.....thanks for sharing

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

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

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!

I love 'the backyard of my memory'. You paint a vivid picture in so few words, One. F