Sandra Fowler

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

A Call For August - Poem by Sandra Fowler

There is a blue fragrance, essence of dusk.
The smoke of last things lingers on old clothes.
Sun has become as rare as goldenrod.
I call for August, but no answer comes.

Autumn awaits across a worn doorsill.
I need you to make sense of falling leaves,
When death paints a rich picture ot itself,
And shadows measure out the long way home.


Comments about A Call For August by Sandra Fowler

  • (8/12/2010 3:43:00 AM)

    Scintillating with no word wasted.Thank you for sharing this gem.10

    Best regards,

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  • (4/23/2010 9:39:00 AM)

    wonderful meditative poem about the nature, lovely to read (Report)Reply

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  • (10/16/2009 12:47:00 PM)

    My golden rod has gone to seed. (Report)Reply

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  • (7/1/2009 11:15:00 PM)

    The poetic imagery of the last line, tenderly touches my mind! As lengthening
    shadows point towards home, an eternal refuge for my chained soul! 10+
    -Raj Nandy     (Report)Reply

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  • (6/18/2009 5:59:00 AM)

    I call for August but no answer comes- such an achingly beautiful line. that's life. how through unusual images you convey the impermanence fragility of life.
    sharing ourselves with someone who understands is deepest human desire.

    i have read it second time. your poetry grows on me as a reader.

    thanks Sandra

    Warm Regards
    Mamta     (Report)Reply

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  • (4/14/2009 12:45:00 PM)

    Melancholic, but so sunny melancholic, Sandra! :) As in all your poems, you capture certain moments with the beauty by your soul and express it in unique picturesque lines.Just exceptional(applause! ! ! :)
    Best wishes and thank you.
    A.     (Report)Reply

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  • (3/18/2009 11:49:00 AM)

    Stemming from nature itself… lovely sentiments! (Report)Reply

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  • Andrew Blakemore (3/15/2009 3:54:00 PM)

    Excellent as always Sandra, you paint such beautiful scenes. Best wishes, Andrew x (Report)Reply

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  • premji premji (2/25/2009 3:49:00 AM)

    sandraji,
    you are none but mother nature......
    it is very difficult to find out the discription of a tree or flower
    from the writings of an urban writer............
    you are someone livin in tandem with nature...........     (Report)Reply

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  • (2/15/2009 9:50:00 AM)

    we look longingly at what has gone, resist and then accept. your images are surreal and expression so very serenading, it simply enthralls and touches with its depth of meaning

    lots of love

    mamta     (Report)Reply

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  • (10/4/2007 2:00:00 AM)

    This haunting poem is filled with the rich colour of Autumn. A reluctant acceptance of life's inevitable decay, your images continue to delight and your lyrical words rock the reader like a lullaby. Beautifully sad. love, Allie xxxx (Report)Reply

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  • (9/15/2007 11:18:00 PM)

    P.O.E.T. (Echoes) Bill Grace (Report)Reply

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  • (8/7/2007 4:12:00 PM)

    3 nice poems my friend. ill wish you goodnight Roy. (Report)Reply

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  • (7/25/2007 2:16:00 AM)

    Whatever you describe could be either smelt, tasted, felt or seen. Your messages are wafted across on a gentle wind. You make sure that a reader uses every faculty to receive your message in its totality.

    Take care.     (Report)Reply

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  • (6/22/2007 10:08:00 PM)

    You also know symbolism which is very good to use. The reason why I read this is because I was born on that month. You are also good with detail. BRAVO! ! ! (Report)Reply

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  • (6/12/2007 11:50:00 PM)

    The inevitability of the passing of time, the rolling of the seasons and the onset of a fading year, and the turning of the pages of one's life....beautifully encapsulated and exquisitely put. Great stuff!
    Bob     (Report)Reply

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  • (5/5/2007 12:33:00 PM)

    Dense with compelling imagery, and heavy with a sense of time lost beyond recovery, seasonally and on the scale of the writer's life - with an underlay of the loneliness such loss implies. A truly exquisite piece of poetry! ! xx jim (Report)Reply

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  • (4/15/2007 1:44:00 PM)

    fabulous use of imagery; i love the line: 'there is a blue fragrance, essence of dusk'! A very well written poem.

    Kind regards

    Sophie     (Report)Reply

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  • (4/5/2007 2:56:00 PM)

    yes a call for august, a good title for a great poem. loved this one very much. (Report)Reply

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  • (4/1/2007 9:52:00 AM)

    Sandra, a beautiful picture painted with words of imagery. Just loved it. Top Marks from me. Thanks for sharing it my friend.
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 4, 2006

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