Swift wings are tipped with brief poetic gold.
Luminous flight sustains its fragile self.
The moment is as rare as a May frost.
Small glitters are enriched with their own charm.
The wonder of that appalachian gleam
Paints the bird's image on your window glass.
I think you understand the mood is now.
It has no will to ever come again.
Copyright,2009, Sandra Fowler
A moment captured forever by one who sees and marvels and understands. You have such a special relationship with the English language Sandra. You use words that others have forgotten. Swift, for example. What a singular expression of flight. And coupled with wings is perfect - a pair of words that belong together. The light in your work is always magical. The reader can taste your eyes. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
No moment is repeated; this poem reminds us of the fragility and importance of seeing what surrounds us.
Sandra, poetically, you have explained the journey of life, with each moment touched with gold. Magic poetry. Warm regards Bob
Line 3 reads... ...The moment is as rare as a May frost. A unique poem. Unique thoughts. Uniquely penned. Well done.
This is another gem out of your treasure, you have captured the subtlity of the poetry and life as well here in these lines...amazing poem, loaded with life, energy, meaning and sense...which is so much your hallmark....keep the good work going...thanks for sharing
a very beautiful and strong poetry indeed and you are very good on showing the readers the moods of season and life and that's why i love your poems many many 10'sssssss from me always rgds asif
Your words forever charm and magnetise, - another gem here Sandra - - and the painted gold of your mind is always something which delights this reader's heart - - into my favourites it goes..... with warm love to my faraway friend....... from Fay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
YOUR POEMS GIVE WINGS TO EVERYTHING YOU WRITE IT STARTS OFF SLOW AND TAKES TO FLIGHT. BEAUTIFUL