To a poet of India for his warmth which can never be outdated
'With warmth for your severe winter', you said.
And every snowflake from my landscape fled.
I felt the sun from half a world away
Touch my skin with your autograph that day.
Regret echoes back to you on the air.
Love and remembrance, Friend, we both must bear.
Although I knew the poem was no more,
Your solace healed my being to the core.
Stanzas have gone into that atmosphere
In which two songsmiths held each other dear.
Yet somewhere our cosmos is burning bright,
Like Oriental candles against night.
Copyright,2006, Sandra Fowler
Poignant, touching, and oh so true, Sandra. Nothing is ever destroyed...and that is the comfort, however small, we take from this misty world of fleeting moments and phrases. Beautiful, simply beautiful. xxElysabeth
Sandra, your poetry is as recognizable as the music of Vivaldi - and just as joyous and perfectly composed. This one in particular touched me deeply. Such a simple sentence, 'with warmth for your severe winter', has triggered a flood of beautiful words. Superb. love, Allie xxxx
Uhm... I felt a bit... uhm... left out on what really is the feeling behind the words ;) However in totality, it sends the message quite clearly 'to whom it may concern' :) Well said, Sandra :) With regards, Daffodil
dear sandraji without love, there is no meaning for remebrance without remembrance, there is no sweetness for love................ O songsmith...hats off...............
This is another level of poetry these words are soft as the air
warmth and admiration shown in beautiful words...lovley mam
Such beauty Sandra, words flow in warmth and love as can only be associated with you - thank you for this read
what a beautiful explanation for a poet: songsmith..... Sandraji, you are real wordsmith..........great.......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The music of the cosmos fills in me when I read your poems.