Sandra Fowler (February,4,1937 / W. Columbia, WV, USA)

I hear music when I read this poem. It plays a sonata to the soul.

sandraji,
wonderful lines.....
reading you is such a beautiful experience
as images moves away like a movie.....
so powerful...intense...
i am wordless..........
thanks.............

Beautiful poem. I admire your skill. Jim

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In a lowering day when a divine heart reaches as high as the Heaven a soft poem
of this class is written on the canvass of abound sky with absolute reverie.
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Your verse resounds -

Gray sounds lowering days, but the ancient bells sound, evoking memory and hope; the clouds are great image makers, those that weave intricate patterns are makers of wonderful imagery

-a lovely experience

Your exquisite poem evokes so many feelings, Sandra. A little sadness, peacefullness, nostalgia... I especially love the last two lines. This one is a 10 for sure.

Have a wonderful day.
Ron

Here the reader is able to feel the mute yet eloquent sadness filled in between the lines...pricks one’s inside yet creates no pain...gives the soothing feel of a thorn inside being sweetly removed...and the last two lines...just sweeping the reader mind, Sandra...beautiful and great is yours this write...10

A powerful and beautiful poem.
what is more beautiful in sadness
than the fraility of humans,
especially poet humans.
Uriah
1-20-09

The rare gifted music I hear from most of your poems and the true poet never gets old as same as the limitless sky?

A poem that shows the natural downfall of time but still with a little hope for an ageless poet in its essence. The true poets with their limitless thoughts still uprise from the time-bound age and last forever. Even in a lowering day their words remain intact. Very beautiful poem Ms. Sandra..........10/10
Best Regards........Sameer