Sandra Fowler

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

(1) Echoes - Poem by Sandra Fowler

I was picking flowers and you were praising smoke.
The echoes of that last time linger on.
Birds pieced from the gray quilt of the dusk
Sang mighty wholeness that is ever lost.

I held your face like summer in my hands.
The warmth was various, a rare suncut.
Wind played your tune through simple blades of grass.
You never heard it, but I hear it still.

Muse India


Comments about (1) Echoes by Sandra Fowler

  • (12/22/2012 11:42:00 PM)


    A wonderful blend of nature and nostalgia echo throughout taking the reader on a journey through a sequence of visuals where memories are recalled with such clarity. I particularly like the line 'birds pieced from the grey quilt of the dusk'...one to savour and re read. (Report) Reply

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  • premji premji (3/3/2010 10:15:00 AM)


    You never heard it, but I hear it still..............
    i never forget it, but i hear it for ever.................
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  • (1/14/2010 8:55:00 AM)


    Wonderful …’… I held your face like summer in my hands….’
    It’s you held warmth of bosom…well poemed…
    10+
    Ms. Nivedita
    UK
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  • premji premji (4/24/2009 4:02:00 AM)


    usually sounds echoes... but visuals echoes unusually.....like minded people can listen to your heart...so poetic and deep love........... (Report) Reply

  • (4/19/2009 3:01:00 AM)


    ma'm...what a wonderful poem...you really capture mind and soul of a reader through your gems...like this one....10 (Report) Reply

  • (11/12/2008 4:43:00 AM)


    Can you capture a dropp of eternity? I feel you have in this poem. 'I held your face like summer
    in my hands.' I'm glad I didn't miss reading that sentence.
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  • Sarwar Chowdhury (9/22/2008 2:37:00 PM)


    I loved it bcoz created imagery have touched my heart and your style is beautifull..........10 (Report) Reply

  • (7/11/2008 10:28:00 AM)


    A very beautifully crafted piece of work (Report) Reply

  • (9/15/2007 11:15:00 PM)


    Sandra, P is for poet. O is for of. E is for exceptional. T is for talent. When you see POET in your comments you know I have visited. I always enjoy your work and am thrilled to have discovered you. Bill Grace (Report) Reply

  • Muhammad Hesham (9/8/2007 7:39:00 PM)


    The uniqueness of this poem lies in its ability to transcend the very feelings of grief and loss that constitute its raison d’être. In spite of the birds’ song of the “mighty wholeness that is ever lost”, the tune of the lost beloved is incessantly played by the wind “through simple blades of grass”. The continuity of the tune, through the echoes, endows the lost one with a new life, emphasizing the fact that such loss, though painful, can never be ultimate. (Report) Reply

  • (6/19/2007 7:13:00 AM)


    You paint such large pictures with very few words and weave them into a mosaic magnificently. Magnifico! (Report) Reply

  • (4/12/2007 8:22:00 AM)


    My favourite lines Sandra,
    'Wind played your tune through simple blades of grass.
    You never heard it, but I hear it still'.
    Dont we just love to get carried away by the drift of the wind. Bravo.Lisa
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  • Melvina Germain (12/18/2006 1:19:00 AM)


    There's nothing more to say, except this is another one of your materpieces.
    Thankyou for the beauty.---Melvina
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  • (6/25/2006 7:40:00 PM)


    The whispering of grass is very painful and sharper than it's edges.
    The songs of flowers and praising smoke echoes forever.
    The fragrance of your rare & rich vocabulary is everlasting............!
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  • (6/12/2006 8:33:00 PM)


    Dear Sandra,
    I was completely captivated by your words. This is a wonderful poem and I am so glad that I stopped by and read it :)

    -john
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  • (4/17/2006 9:53:00 AM)


    Dear Sandra
    This poem was done from such a deep part of you and it is so great,
    These words are so fine:
    'Wind played your tune through simple blades of grass.
    You never heard it, but I hear it still.'
    This was certainly worth the reading, Love Duncan
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  • (4/13/2006 2:05:00 AM)


    These are senses sharpened by love, and a dream of unity, never attained. Not a word wasted. (Report) Reply

  • john tiong chunghoo (3/28/2006 9:48:00 AM)


    dear sandra,
    your poems are all so well juxtaposed (oh my god! is that the correct spelling) i wish i could have that skill.
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  • (1/7/2006 10:08:00 PM)


    You capture the beauty and longing that eventually fills every heart. (Report) Reply

  • (1/6/2006 7:38:00 PM)


    the images of nature
    lush and accurate
    giving the reader a real feelign of
    being there
    but more,
    the description of a relationship
    both intricate and
    oh so tender
    the sadness
    filling the heart
    the beauty filling the heart
    the sound seeping
    into the heart
    not soon forgotten
    by a reader
    who wishes to learn
    how a soul
    lives
    life
    fully
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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 6, 2006

Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 23, 2010


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