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ONElia AVElar

(Bulgaria)

Coimbra * (anno...)


Coimbra* (anno...)

Your lemon tree
hung with yellow fruit
in front of white house,
sun, shadows on the wall;
all is already in the
backyard of my memory.
There are no seasons
and the lemon tree
remains an evergreen
for me.

*Coimbra - nice place in Portugal

Submitted: Monday, April 07, 2008
Edited: Monday, May 12, 2008

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  • IamNo body (5/24/2010 12:23:00 PM)

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

  • Janice Windle (7/27/2008 5:34:00 PM)

    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. (Report) Reply

  • Paolo Giuseppe Mazzarello (6/11/2008 11:32:00 AM)

    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. (Report) Reply

  • Paolo Giuseppe Mazzarello (6/10/2008 11:20:00 AM)

    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...) . (Report) Reply

  • Dr.subhendu Kar (5/17/2008 4:07:00 AM)

    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 (Report) Reply

  • R H (5/14/2008 5:56:00 AM)

    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. (Report) Reply

  • Original Unknown Girl (5/8/2008 7:55:00 AM)

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

  • Ivan Donn Carswell (4/14/2008 6:17:00 PM)

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

  • Roger Cornish (4/12/2008 3:22:00 AM)

    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 (Report) Reply

  • Donall Dempsey (4/7/2008 10:04:00 AM)

    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! (Report) Reply

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