I met you in a poem, dark leaves fell.
Sun rode the swift tide of November fields.
Gray power enclosed the music of the form.
White trees startled the rhythm of quatrains.
Cloud creatures fumed in a wind faded sky.
Their struggle opened bright eye holes in space.
We looked into that western window light,
And watched ourselves dance down with next year's leaves.
The imagery, tension and passion of this poem makes for a beautiful moment of poetic experience.
lovely poem that dazzles the mind, so beautifully articulated with imagery, thanks
so beautifully written Sandra..so soft, so gentle, it shows the real you. I am glad i happened to pass by this piece.
Dear Sandra, I have met you through your poems and so have you! For me it was an exhilarating experience so true! May you continue to compose such delightful verses and may the Lord bless you! 10 + -Raj
Sandra, this one is full of 'let loose' imagination: 'Cloud creatures fumed in a wind faded sky Their struggle opened bright eye holes in space' I absolutely love the title which made me stop and then on reading the unusual first line, 'I met you in a poem, dark leaves fell' intrigued me to read on. Atmospheric, dark, magical and mysterious!
Sandra, your gift for poetry is exceptional, each one I read I enjoy even more. This one has the word longing running through, just like next years leaves. Autumn here. Warm Regards Bob
it sound incredulous 'to meet in a poem' but it is possible! and not only that, for two souls to commune, as is evident in your poems. And if I remember right, we two did meet in a poem, introduced by a Cat named Snow!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dear sandra. there is always so much power in your poem to envelope one's whole spirit. bit by bit one is taken up by its spirit until one reaches its climax and is lost within its beauty. keep up the good work. sincerely, john.