Sandra Fowler

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

(1) Afterthoughts - Poem by Sandra Fowler

Words will no longer come from you to me,
Handwritten from a land of minarets.
The imagery still lights my afterthoughts,
I wish you a long sunset, poet friend.

How strange the loss of letters matters when
We never met in ordinary life.
And yet, 'As always' is my signature.
I hope warmth travels safely without stamps.

My eyes look through the old panes of the soul,
Remembering work of threadbare elegance.
Perhaps such verses will survive your west,
Invoking dawn against a distant glass.

Copyright,2008, Sandra Fowler

Comments about (1) Afterthoughts by Sandra Fowler

  • (8/4/2013 2:46:00 AM)

    You say we've never met in ordinary life, yet your words evoke friendship on the highest level - spiritual. Lovely poem. It somehow seems to connect poets from all over the world. What a great gift! Thank you for sharing with us. RoseAnn (Report) Reply

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  • (7/2/2010 8:05:00 PM)

    this perfect poem touched me very deeply and has a granary of truth in it.

    take care,

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  • (6/3/2010 7:41:00 AM)

    Dear Sandra, it is hard to express how your poems always warm my heart and bring hope and inspiration.Thanks for your poetry.
    With best wishes, Yelena.
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  • (6/2/2010 1:46:00 AM)

    A heartfelt eulogy - poignant, eloquent and sincere. (Report) Reply

  • (12/28/2009 5:15:00 AM)

    I wish you a long sunset, poet friend............ sweet memories haunting here...nostalgia writeen all ove this stanza...a long sunset is such a vibrant phrase....I loved this one....

    I hope warmth travels safely without stamps...........I tuly believe in this magnetism..warmth doesnt reuire any stamp, it travels thru all media and reaches its destination (Donno if you have read my poem callled MAGNETS)

    Perhaps such verses will survive your west,
    Invoking dawn against a distant glass............... This verse is really a masterpiece and one can really dive deep in its meaning...milions of interpretations can be drawn here...really meaningful and nice...

    well done Sandra...your friend must have to be special...AS ALWAYS
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  • (12/4/2009 6:22:00 AM)

    A very beautiful poem
    wow great job
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  • (10/13/2009 10:48:00 AM)

    A beautiful dedication with just the right blend of sorrow. A lovely read. (Report) Reply

  • (9/9/2009 1:15:00 AM)

    I need never know who you wrote this about, but I do know you are both extordinary people.
    As always
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  • (9/8/2009 4:27:00 AM)

    I have read this for a second time, No doubt I shall read it again. (Report) Reply

  • C. P. Sharma (8/13/2009 10:50:00 PM)

    ‘As always’ you are tall in warmth and elegance
    You sing sweet songs from a distant shore
    Handwritten notes might fly away in the wind
    Soul’s dialogues are imperishable imprints.

    Each passing phase of the sun and the moon
    Remind of the changing faces of the beauty,
    Old panes of the soul never get blurred,
    On them reflects the undying eternity.

    As always, your signature’s lingering scent
    Our souls will ever exchange in trance,
    We will from its sweet fragrance know
    Of the Spring bower your music flow.

    Your and my thoughts will entwine,
    As echo of the gong sound divine.

    Warm regards,
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  • (6/20/2009 9:04:00 AM)

    The introduction of somebody has been made evident
    through words so expressively that one feels the bondage
    at mental level even without a meeting. The title expresses
    one of the very true natures of mankind since the humanoid
    age that there is no end to thoughts even after the work has
    been done..........
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  • Alison Mary Dunn (5/22/2009 10:53:00 AM)

    An ode of 'threadbare elegance' in itself. A wonderfully written tribute to a poet muse x (Report) Reply

  • Naseer Ahmed Nasir (5/15/2009 10:06:00 PM)

    Words will no longer come from but afterthoughts will linger on.............10/10.
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  • Ashraful Musaddeq (5/8/2009 11:17:00 AM)

    Silky and gorgeous poem.10. (Report) Reply

  • (5/8/2009 8:20:00 AM)

    some feelings... very deep in your heart Sandra...!
    smooth lines and expression! and what for that between lines! ! ! i can do nothing fellow! ! !
    10.. Ali
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  • premji premji (3/30/2009 1:16:00 AM)

    the warmth of letters is the thing what we never feel when checking electronic mails...there is nothing except mere need to need to see when souls are entwined, am i correct? (Report) Reply

  • (3/30/2009 12:53:00 AM)

    You grieve for the one who you never met physically,
    Your eloquence converts your lament into a dawn in the land of minarets.
    Death is “Long sunset”,
    and you look through the old panes of the of the soul at threadbare elegance,
    but the awareness of a dawn is always there.
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  • (3/27/2009 2:01:00 PM)

    Another beautiful write.. The loss of someone who has touched our lives.. whether in person or by word can be difficult.. I lost a fellow poet 2 yrs ago whom I never met face to face.. but the loss I felt and still feel was devasting.. My warmest regards..

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  • (3/13/2009 11:27:00 AM)

    standing ovation! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • (12/31/2008 11:54:00 AM)

    For me the line 'I hope warmth travels safely without stamps' expresses best your love of a long gone poet. Could that be Rumi? This poem I will take with me. Bob (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 9, 2008

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