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Very good sprinkling of humor, nature, and longing for the past. Nature poems are among my favorites, and I thank you for writing and sharing this with us. Keep writing, you have a special gift and talent that few possess at your age. I will be back to read more of what you have posted.
Yes, the scent of spring is a wonderful thing indeed, especially when you are in the merciless grip of winter. I also realize that this poem is about longing to visit your homeland in the throes of spring and the verdant beauty that accompanies it. In a way, I know what you speak of. I was born near the coast of Georgia, but I currently live inland. Most of the time I do not consider myself an emotional person, but visiting the coast and seeing the ocean and the moon on a clear night makes me slightly emotional.
From the way you word this, I can tell that you genuinely long to visit the homeland once more. The part about "the animals here don't speak to me" is unusual, but I believe I understand the meaning: you are not familiar with the wildlife of this country like you are with those back home. Your use of wind as the bringer of spring is time-honored and effective, for the wind carries quite a lot, from good luck to vengeance to other things. I like the overall tone of the poem and how you worded it... it gives the impression of genuine feeling rather than poetic whimsy. Good work, and I somewhat regret that I did not comment on this long ago.
This sounds like a cry of homesickness to me. Wonderfully expressed emotion, and I can feel your pain so clearly with you. I hope you'll get to go back and visit someday.
Meanwhile, email me if you would like a funny video to cheer you up! I don't know if it will help, but I really want you to laugh. 'Kay?
I hear the heart of a beautiful person crying out her need for real, not superficial love, and I understand. Believe me, I understand! Such a moving poem, it takes my breath away, and makes my head spin, and once again makes me proud to know that you are here on the site and prouder to be your friend.
This is obviously well-written. A real winner!
Namaste!
Wow! Great Job, Mehrina!! This is about your home back in Pakistan, right? It seemed like a nice place. I'd miss it too.
I move once, it was a sad move, I didn't want to, and about a year ago my mom had promised we'd never ever move, so that only made me more upset. It's a horrible feeling, knowing you have to completely start over. After switching to my new school I had that feeling too, mainly because I knew nobody there. But, hey, I made it, and so will you! Look up, moving can be great at times! Though, you may always miss the sweet times at your old home, you'll sure make some more at your new home.
*quote from old girl scout song*
"Make new friends, but keep the old.
The old ones are silver and the new are gold."
Or in your case, you might want to replace friends with memories. Look up, at the end at each wrong turn lies a miracle at the end.
In the next part of the song it goes:
"A circle's round, it never ends.
That's how long we shall keep our friends."
Once again, you might want to replace "friends" with memories, but still, I thought the song fit the poem.
Anyway, nice job on the poem. I liked it a lot. It was AMAZING!
A place of happiness human emotions draw us to...Why? Why are we bound by such irrational feelings? We are only human, and it is our greatest power and weakness.
Morning for home? I know the feel. I'm dying to go back to Florida. That's where my friends are. No offense to you and all my other friends on PnP, it's just that pixels are only pixels some days. Some days I want to go home more than anything. It's almost summer, and that only makes it worse. When ever I run I think of my home. When ever I sweat I think of my home. When ever I whip out bike riding, I think of the time I was on my scooter and fell down that hill and slid for about six feet. I was a bloody mess... The little girl who was with me, got all worried but I got right back up (bloody-ed and all) and then we went back. The only thing you can do is when you want to go home, and feel down, is to get back up even if you are bleeding. Inside, or outside. Great work, as usual.
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