Sandra Fowler

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

(1) Before The Music Ends - Poem by Sandra Fowler

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 about (1) Before The Music Ends by Sandra Fowler

  • (9/11/2018 6:10:00 PM)

    Love this, it is beautifully written and conjures up many beautiful images
    Laurie Hill
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  • Susan Lacovara (11/15/2013 4:26:00 PM)

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

  • (10/14/2011 7:28:00 AM)

    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 (Report) Reply

  • (4/7/2010 7:33:00 AM)

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

    thank you
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  • (2/22/2010 10:38:00 PM)

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

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  • Dr. Ratan Bhattacharjee (1/28/2010 12:26:00 PM)

    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 (Report) Reply

  • (10/28/2009 11:52:00 AM)

    Beautiful Sandra, beautiful words! I'm in awe! (Report) Reply

  • (10/13/2009 10:50:00 AM)

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

  • (9/13/2009 2:40:00 AM)

    I love gnarled trees. I love your poem. (Report) Reply

  • (9/11/2009 6:02:00 PM)

    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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  • (9/9/2009 1:19:00 AM)

    You have such a rare gift and that is your ability to share such a rare gift.
    As always
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  • (8/25/2009 9:26:00 PM)

    your impossibly fluid sandra...always taking care enough that your poem has enough air within it as so the words breath easily..there is always this unforced naturalness..a ease..a casualness about them..reaching into speech that does not require warmest regards in continuous admiration :) tom (Report) Reply

  • (8/17/2009 6:46:00 AM)

    through the windopane in the fading distance

    I hear an echo and see my words dance

    they are the whispers, that I sent you way

    that day.....

    you morphed them, in the end

    before the are truly a friend........

    Nice poem sandra
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  • (8/8/2009 1:20:00 PM)

    Dearest Sandra, You inspire me to be a better poet because within reading you I have learned so much about the craft of writing. (Report) Reply

  • C. P. Sharma (7/26/2009 10:25:00 PM)

    Dear Sandra,
    In the background of this sad sweet song
    Going deep down the marrow I can hear
    Wisperings of the soul's joy of immortality
    To be bondage free to dance with eternity.
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  • (7/23/2009 7:52:00 PM)

    And when the music ends...your words will sing
    to all forever more. They shall bring love,
    joy and peace to all who read them.

    You are so very talented and your words so
    thought provaking and touching.

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

    Good health, God Bless.
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  • Cindy Kreiner Sera (7/6/2009 9:12:00 AM)

    With blue rain in the mind, the music will linger on - especially when whispered by you Sandra - excellent write (Report) Reply

  • (5/23/2009 1:00:00 AM)

    Let this music never end, but blend with the music of the spheres, to sing
    the good Lord's praise and glorify His name! 10+++
    -Raj Nandy
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  • (5/5/2009 11:23:00 PM)

    when a poet reaches the twilight of life, it's not so bad
    there's always time to jot down one more thought
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  • Ashraful Musaddeq (4/30/2009 8:06:00 PM)

    Marvelous poem, lovely imagery. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, July 20, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 22, 2011

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