Moonleaves


I am here,
but my body is not.
Spring is here.
Everything is green, light-green.
I can see spring is here,
but I cannot feel it.
My body covered
with dark-green moonleaves,
longing for the soil
that once was mine.

I am here,
but my life is not with me.





Poetry by pia
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Written on 2006-04-16 at 23:44

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NicholasG
You write very eloquently Pia. It is sad you seem to have stopped.
I enjoyed all of your poems that I've read and this once particularly.
Thank you, Nick
2010-05-16


Ron. S. King
You are so very excellent within your style. I love the inner psychology of this poem, so Scorpion, as if waiting for growth, a renewel of Phoenix Emotion...A lovely write, poetess... Very deep...Ron.
2006-07-11


Dave Glavin
I don't want to be,but I must.great write.
peace,dave
2006-04-21


matthew chilufya
pia..the way you write is just so very very very great...you are a welcome addition to www.poetbay.com...keep it up
2006-04-19


Mike
this is an absoulutely wonderful piece of work
2006-04-19


timmy davis
super
2006-04-19


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
this is such a beautifully written poem and so full of your skillful imagery
2006-04-17


Zoya Zaidi
My God Pia, Every poem is a new & pleasent surprize! How well you write!

"I am here,
but my life is not with me."

((((hugs)))))
Love, xxx, Zoya
2006-04-17