When stars fell cold
Like chunks of ice out of a fatal sky,
We memorized the hoar frost on gray roofs
And slanted thoughts to fit time's westward curve.
Air smelled of snow,
That holocaust that killed all whispers white.
I felt the poem that you never said.
Its candle lit the stanzas of my mind.
Sandra, This poem, like all of your poems leave me with a warm chill. You capture a quiet reverence for memories and moments. I hope to see more of your poems. Gary
freezing cold in german camps and holocausts burned what cold could not killed.. sandra this was a stunning poem.. HBH
Beautiful imagery Sandra, atmospheric to the core. Warmest wishes, Justine.
What a stunning memorial to the victims of the holocaust! As always, memorable, beautiful, highly original, with unforgettable imagery. The lines of the poem makes one remember the great loss to mankind; and it makes you think of the poems never written. It makes one cry.
sandra, you are a candle, both ends burning..... not caring death....just pouring light..... to cast away ignorance......
This is perfection of composition Sandra - and sets the mind all a-ponder with the gentle tunes of love known - - - I applaud you -- from Fay. xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sandra the whole atmosphere you raked into your whispering soul, what is the secret of your magic poems.