A Lowering Day Poem by Sandra Fowler
A Lowering Day
Sometimes on lowering days I think of you
And watch the clouds create your Slavic face.
True poetry is ageless I am told,
But those who pen it are as frail as smoke.
The gray sound of an Appalachian bell
Rings in the rare gift of another year.
Your work has gone beyond the calendar,
A bright thought that exceeds all imagery.
Trees weave intricate patterns upon dusk.
My fingers trace the elegance of form.
The music of the landscape plays old verse.
It lights my little corner of the world.
Copyright,2009, Sandra Fowler
The rare gifted music I hear from most of your poems and the true poet never gets old as same as the limitless sky?
A poem that shows the natural downfall of time but still with a little hope for an ageless poet in its essence. The true poets with their limitless thoughts still uprise from the time-bound age and last forever. Even in a lowering day their words remain intact. Very beautiful poem Ms. Sandra..........10/10 Best Regards........Sameer
Sandra, any day the clouds will create my Igbo face is a triumphant day as this is a tiumph of a poem. I have to stop, Sandra, to watch Obama being sworn in. love Mark
Congratulations! This is a true work of poetic prose as art. I love it. About as good a piece as I have read. Wonderful! GW62
I hear music when I read this poem. It plays a sonata to the soul.
sandraji, wonderful lines..... reading you is such a beautiful experience as images moves away like a movie..... so powerful...intense... i am wordless.......... thanks.............
Your verse resounds - Gray sounds lowering days, but the ancient bells sound, evoking memory and hope; the clouds are great image makers, those that weave intricate patterns are makers of wonderful imagery -a lovely experience
Your exquisite poem evokes so many feelings, Sandra. A little sadness, peacefullness, nostalgia... I especially love the last two lines. This one is a 10 for sure. Have a wonderful day. Ron
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 7:49:55 AM # 1.0.0
A powerful and beautiful poem. what is more beautiful in sadness than the fraility of humans, especially poet humans. Uriah 1-20-09