The sun is shining gray upon this hour.
The widening sky has drained the poem's power.
My tears are glued like fireflies to the pane.
I count the tiny glitters of mood rain.
You drink your coffee calmly in the dark
Embroidered shadows of the fading park.
I wish that I was there to fade with you,
But my windows are too thick with blue.
Ah, Ms. Fowler, Her Majesty of Iambic Pentameter. 'My tears are glued like fireflies to the pane.' and 'Embroidered shadows of the fading park.' are striking highlights in this melancholic piece. Greg
The everlasting glitter of your windows. I love your glass. The sky does drain the poem's power, something felt but never expressed but by Sandra. Lots of Love, Susie xxxx
I really enjoyed reading this poem. Thank you for sharing it is really really good.
An excellent poem with lots of good imagery. I loved the atmosphere of this! kate
My tears are glued like fireflies to the pane......moving expression. Liked this poigant poem! Top score!
sandraji, when interconnecting Taj mahal with your above poem, terrifies me... i see the dom of Taj as a huge dropp of tear. the tear of the man who was the master architect of taj. his right hand was chopped down immediately after the fulfilment of taj! interconnect the last lines with true experience...really shocking......great poem sandraji........
The concluding line 'I think old verse speaks loud for loveliness' enhances the appeal of this most expressive and emotive poem that cannot fail to touch one's heart. Full score from me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
liked your imagination of fading; great poem