Seeds Of Love (English / Romanian / Japanese) Poem by Elena Sandu

Seeds Of Love (English / Romanian / Japanese)



Powder of my bones
Essence of my soul
Grains of a black soil
Soaked in flavored oil
Sour bitter sweet:
-Guess under whose feet?



Pudra oaselor mele
A sufletului meu esenta
Boabe de pamant
negru imbibat
ulei inmieresmat
Dulce acru-amar
Sub al cui picior,
Habar nu am.



 愛の種

私の骨の粉
私の魂のエキス
黒い土の粒
フレーバーオイルにつかった
すっぱくて、苦くて、甘い:
誰の足の下か当ててみて?

Monday, October 24, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Elena Sandu 11 September 2016

Comments of Poetfreak friends: xI wonder who you are, Elena S. You are quite perspicacious; you really read and understand my poems. // Sometimes my poetry takes a bit of dip in the dark side of reality. Some of your poems go for a swim. I wish I knew more about you. Your mysterious and eerie little clown face and your name- I have those. And perhaps a few clues from poems, though I will know that some poems are only the snapshot feelings of a moment, and cannot give a true full view of the author. You intrique me, Elena S. // This poem here is scary to me in some ways. It is certainly grim. I don't have to guess under whose feet. I know. And even if you deny it, I know still. You are speaking of God. Is God a heavenly father, who is he a jack-booted thug of a god, trampling us under foot? As one who is getting way too close for comfort to being so trampled, that is a serious question for me. You might say it is a grave question for me. ;) I wonder if it is possible for God to be both of these, at different times, for different people, and for different reasons. // In the meantime, humankind has humankind to deal with. Our own country in less than twenty years will be a National Security State with almost no freedoms, deffinite rights, or privacy- it the strong trends I see continue. Additionally, we will become a nation of a relatively few powerful super-wealthy plutocrats on top, below which be many millions of peasants, peons, and vassels (not to mention slaves) . I am very sad to see what the world will likely become. But, as bad as it might become, I wouldn't mind still living in it, considering the alternative. // You intrigue me, Elena S. I find your mind peculiar and special and beautiful. // Good poem here. It really made me feel and think. // Bye now. - Michael 13 Sep 2011 by poetwithcancer | Reply xAn intriguing piece indeed. Are you under the feet of God's wrath? 13 Sep 2011 by Nilotpal Sarmah | Reply xI missed your poems Elena S. Thank you for sharing this beautiful and thought provoking poem with us! 13 Sep 2011 by rarebird | Reply xFascinating poem! Very thoughtful. I'm happy you shared it with us! Thanks: -) 13 Sep 2011 by LucyJude | Reply xYour poetry moves me. I wish I could find the words as easily as you do. 28 Sep 2011 by Croagh | Reply xLovely...deep down purety! Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing 29 Sep 2011 by Dorothy A. Holmes | Reply

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