I think the dusk has slipped beyond all words.
You speak spring with an accent never heard.
A poem on an Appalachian pane
Is bringing April back via the rain.
Pale trillium on the hill above the creek
Is delicate beyond the will to speak.
A gray coat of old feelings wraps my frame.
The landscape flickers like a candleflame.
Friend, frozen tears of trees mirror the sky
Within the confines of their inner cry.
The light fades us into its elegy.
Music is pictured though no sound need be.
2007, Copyright Sandra Fowler
The imagery and immense tenderness in this poem is amazing, flickering candlight of landscapes indeed! ! Rain that washes away the wintery barren dispair brings in spring! 'It weeps in my heart as it rains on the town' Paul Verlaine from Songs Forgotten
You are the supreme jeweller of the site. Your poems show the reader the intrinsic beauty of life, even at its saddest and most melancholic. Love the soft gray tone of this one and your final line 'Music is pictured, though no sound need be.' Wonderful poetry Sandra. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxx
A perfect blend of image, feeling - and yes, music. A poignant glimpse of a moment of appreciation of the present, informed by memory.
Hi Sandra - West Virginia - Almost Heaven! Once again the beauty of the Appalachians comes through in ourr poem. How do we find words to describe the DUSK - the most sensuous part of any day - the SPRING - The Princess of Seasons - April - the Month of anticipation and Easter and the beautiful - beautiful Appalacians. The trillium is a beautiful flower the contrast of white and deep green delicate but full of expression 'Beyond the will to speak'. The Appalachian landscape really does flicker - but the 'GRAY COAT' the mantle of olf feelings introduces melancholy into magic. We have all experienced 'Frozen Tears' and the 'Inner Cry' pesonified by 'Fading Light' and 'Soundless Music'. I sense an unresolved dilemma - but this is such a mystical poem that it has a different message for each reader. This isn't poetry it sorcery. Sandra your language is a gormet feast - excellent I score it 10 x 10 - perfection. Love in Poetry - JOHN.
Friend, frozen tears of trees mirror the sky Within the confines of their inner cry. these lines make me closer and closer to nature
Not only is this incredibly picturesque, but you have given it almost every kind of relevant depth imaginable - it isn't just an artistically and euphoniously recreated scene, it is a lived experience with all that implies to the sensitive and intelligent mind. Outstanding lyrical writing. A stunningly beautiful poem. jim xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dreams of yesterday, old yet new, with our friends your and mine. we dance the dance of time. Good night.