Saturday, August 26, 2017

Garden Comments

Rating: 4.8

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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Mj Lemon 06 July 2020

There is something life-changing when one can find the place and time to simply reflect...under the olive tree. Great verse, Yoonoos.

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Aniruddha Pathak 11 August 2019

A truly self searching, introspective piece set in metaphorical idiom, a true marvel.

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Anjandev Roy 03 July 2019

This is just magnificent. Thanks.anjandev roy.

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Akhtar Jawad 30 June 2018

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.

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Tom Allport 25 June 2018

an interesting and thoughtful poem of a restless life still wondering? ...….well penned.

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Kelly Kurt 05 June 2018

A wonderfully written piece my friend.

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poet's need for inspiration is well depicted in this beautiful poem! thank you for sharing!

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Edward Kofi Louis 09 April 2018

Green life of change! ! Thanks for sharing.

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S.zaynab Kamoonpuri 18 February 2018

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

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Debendra Majhi 10 January 2018

lovely narration of elements of life n beyond!

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Linda Moore 11 December 2017

Your poetry is wonderful thank you. It has always challenged me to read until I understand. So many can not see beyond this earth

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Rimni Chakravarty 23 November 2017

wonderful poem, reminds me of the Garden by Andrew Marvell

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Wesley Gibbings 21 November 2017

This is wonderful. Always no point.

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Mary Skarpathiotaki 20 November 2017

Thank you my friend I will read too yourw poems Bravo!

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Ashika Murali Acharya 30 October 2017

Philosophical portraying. Nicely penned.

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Rosalinda Flores Martinez 19 October 2017

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!

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Craig Mize 11 October 2017

Another great poem my friend.

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George Krokos 06 October 2017

Inspirational poetry and well written. Congratulations.

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Bisy Untan 14 September 2017

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...

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Rajkamal P.j 13 September 2017

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.

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