Sandra Fowler

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

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  • Sean North (9/24/2012 9:27:00 AM)

    Dear Sandra (sAnta) :) .. u havE mOveD me wiTh nOt Only your Words but oF ur Time and KindnEss...ur the best with a PiEce of paper and a..gueSs u CouLd Use a Quil A BrUsH a pen blunt pencil CHaLk A foUntain Pen cRayons heck BeRRieS...AnD get The thIng Said.hands down....words im not to good at so...least not these kind.. bUt i KnoW yOu know what THAT meAns...moSt sinCerly...and the KidDinG AsidE..Peace

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  • Nimal Dunuhinga (3/22/2012 10:43:00 AM)

    Nightingale is a nocturnal bird, but Sandra sings all the time with her rich vocabulary in the nature....................her poems like paintings without any brush marks.Instead of the canvas she choose everybody's soul.
    No way to contact her nowadays whether she's still sick or not?
    sincere student,
    nimal

  • Bill Grace (10/17/2009 12:47:00 AM)

    Sandra represents a special grace within the life of the Poemhunter.com community. Bill Grace

  • Jasper Pane (7/27/2009 5:36:00 PM)

    Within the subtex of you words there is regret...
    love and hope.
    Truly, you are a fine writer.

  • Wiskey Pete (7/23/2009 7:43:00 PM)

    Somehow the goodness within you shines through
    your work. You are a quality human being and
    I so injoy reading your work.

    It seems when I have spent some time
    with you, I always leave with a peaceful
    and contented feeling.

    I do not write myself, however I spend a good
    deal of quality time searching for poets like
    yourself.

    Good health, God Bless.

  • Alison Cassidy (7/5/2009 4:56:00 AM)

    Sandra has described herself as a sunset soul with a preference for autumn and winter. And this assessment doesn't surprise me. Many of her poems are written in what I would call a minor key and there is often a feeling of regret lingering between the lines. She uses the word gray and describes seasonal images viewed through windowpanes. I visualize her sitting in a cosy study lined with books. A gracious lady with a great love of words and a humility which is unusual in one whose work is so highly accomplished. I am regularly astonished by the originality of Sandra's images and when I read some of her comments on other people's work, I find myself saying: 'I wish I'd said that'. I am honored to have Sandra as my friend on PoemHunter and look forward to reading
    the her latest offering, always. Love, Alison ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

  • Vaibhav Pandey (1/27/2009 3:05:00 PM)

    One of the best poet in this site.

  • PERSIAN NIGHTINGALE (1/19/2009 4:44:00 AM)

    Paper her canvas, white
    Pen her brush, black
    Painters never paint
    While
    She's painting

  • Palas Kumar Ray (8/9/2008 11:42:00 AM)

    Sandra
    You are a poet of unfathomable depth.You write less and draw more in your poems.They become so colourful and vivid.Your remarks on our poems are
    not only encouraging but bears your love and blessings.Wish you keep well
    and keep writing for many many more years to come and encourage new writers
    with your poetic bliss.
    regards
    palas

  • James B. Earley (5/15/2008 7:55:00 AM)

    A talented writer of depth, and sophistication!

Sun's Last Grace

Your hands smell of wood shavings, sun's last grace.
That tawny essence fills all empty space.
I scarcely hear you talk of southbound birds.
Time has gone far beyond the mood of words.

The magic of the moment turns the landscape round.
That carousel defies all music to be found.
Only the wicked shadows carry us away
Into the insignificance of yesterday.

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