(1) Before The Music Ends Poem by Sandra Fowler

there is too much that to a poet is far away and at the same time terribly close. thanks! john

I have read this several times now, and each time find within something touching thank you michael

trust you to translate my whispers, Friend And send them back before the music ends. Never let the music of this poem end a sit whispers thru the trees...a poem of thought thru this great mind words from Sandra...regards

I love the rhythmic flow, the half rhymes that make this poem echo in my heart. Beautiful. thank you, Sandra, for sharing it with us, another in my favorites

I love gnarled trees. I love your poem.

Awesome poem: Our time has been short listed by sunset, No matter that the weather has its way, The stresses live within their measurement, And distance is a gift we give ourselves.

I can comprehend the depth of this poem from its last line. A brilliant poem Sandra. Top score and to my favourite! !

6This moment is designed to be as spare And elegant as winter's old, gnarled trees. I trust you to translate my whispers, Friend And send them back before the music ends.-----So deep and so beautiful poem --a sure 5 star poem.

Love this, it is beautifully written and conjures up many beautiful images Laurie Hill

A delicious write, that leaves my pallet with a most pleasant aftertaste. Bravo. Brilliant. PEACE