(1) Before The Music Ends Poem by Sandra Fowler

(1) Before The Music Ends

Rating: 3.6


Words paint a fragile picture of the dusk.
I think them to a poet far away.
The light shines dim upon my windowpane.
A few tears fall like blue rain in the mind.

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.

This 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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lillian Thomas 11 September 2009

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

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Sally Plumb Plumb 13 September 2009

I love gnarled trees. I love your poem.

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Anand Madhukar 13 October 2009

Elegant metaphors, a cascade like flow and the authenticity of emotions make this poem a delight to read.

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Diane Violet 28 October 2009

Beautiful Sandra, beautiful words! I'm in awe!

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Dr. Ratan Bhattacharjee 28 January 2010

Tears fall like blue rains in the mind... I have heard such beautiful lines rarely in any modern poet.. Soft and tender emotions expressed in the poem ever romantic

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Bharati Nayak 14 January 2021

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.

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Laurie Hill 11 September 2018

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

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Susan Lacovara 15 November 2013

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

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Ken E Hall 14 October 2011

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

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Michael Brock 07 April 2010

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

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W. Columbia, WV, USA
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