How hard is it to be
in an olive garlanded grove
hinging with dove cots, cooing
under a sensual night's cover
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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.
poet's need for inspiration is well depicted in this beautiful poem! thank you for sharing!
A great eloquent and sublime poem wow. Musing poetically and philosophically. Kudos Pleez do comment my latest newest poem too titled song for lunar lovers
Your poetry is wonderful thank you. It has always challenged me to read until I understand. So many can not see beyond this earth
wonderful poem, reminds me of the Garden by Andrew Marvell
Thank you my friend I will read too yourw poems Bravo!
Is there another world for my dust of form to warm life and be myself again when the gardener of dust re-uses my frame as a mould for the shape of future dust? The lines speak about the real gardener who plants and prunes the garden. We are, but dust... May the gardener use us as a mould. The lines are very touching. Thank you for sharing this poem. A blessed day!
The garden which manifest between two heartbeats...The secrecy of life is really hidden in this void which takes us to search for the mystery. Congratulations...
another excellent piece from a master poet.. life is fast commercialized and is today a commodity without true love, relations, spirit whatever-oft spoken. many thanks for sharing a wonderful poem.
There is something life-changing when one can find the place and time to simply reflect...under the olive tree. Great verse, Yoonoos.