Sandra Fowler

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

A Smoke Picture - Poem by Sandra Fowler

Hands dream to trace the sculptures of old trees
That stand like dark wainscoting to the light.
Thickets of wordless poems capture thoughts,
Paint lowering moods upon gray window glass.

You spoke Autumn in seven languages,
but only thought in Hebrew, so you said.
It pleases me immeasurably to know
My appalachian accent was approved.

Tonight my mind paints you a smoke picture,
Although frail moods are sometimes blown away.
It does not matter what a poem costs.
The pen and ink is worth the jourrney, Friend.

Comments about A Smoke Picture by Sandra Fowler

  • (4/16/2010 2:28:00 AM)

    ‘…Thickets of wordless poems capture thoughts, …’

    Wow! Wow! ! Wow! ! ! ...

    Carried forward in gusto of limbo…Thanks Ma’am
    Voted 10++
    Ms. Nivedita
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  • (9/3/2009 2:07:00 PM)

    Your smoke bursts into a flame. (Report) Reply

  • (8/11/2009 1:17:00 PM)

    Your poem is pure Autumn, Nostalgia, Tenderness.. I have noticed many readers are just left with no words enough to express the feeling they have reading your poetry..But it is surely an Emotion in the perfect sense of this word. And what is Emotion, is Truth. Thanks for sharing, Sandra.
    Amary, always your friend.
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  • Sandra Martyres (8/11/2009 8:05:00 AM)

    Stunning imagery Sandra in this beautiful and perfect piece - a very touching poem (Report) Reply

  • (8/11/2009 5:16:00 AM)

    Fine poetry definitely maybe emotions on parchment so scenic as the darkness in nothingness. (Report) Reply

  • (8/8/2009 6:31:00 AM)

    You have come up with an imaginative piece, Sandra. Thanks. (Report) Reply

  • (8/8/2009 3:21:00 AM)

    Softly eloquent and full of surprises this poem is one of your best. It is rich with nostalgia, charcoal images and a reminder of the importance of friendship. Your use of perfect iambic pentameter expresses tenderness without ever resorting to sentimentality.
    'You spoke Autumn in seven languages,
    but only thought in Hebrew, so you said.' touched particularly deeply. Thank you. Love, Alison ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
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  • (8/6/2009 9:59:00 AM)

    Very beautiful words indeed, very flowery indeed..
    nice to read.. yaeh Mr. Martin did say it all.. this one did touch me..
    nice beautiful poems can always make the mind at ease..

    with love
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  • (8/3/2009 9:58:00 PM)

    How remarkable this poem is. I am left looking for words - not for THE RIGHT WORDS just for Words to describe how this has touched me. A poem written to a poet I loved it (Report) Reply

  • (8/3/2009 1:58:00 PM)

    After mine long absence from Poem hunter its pleasure to read your great poem.
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  • john tiong chunghoo (8/3/2009 11:16:00 AM)

    another great poetry, thanks sandra. (Report) Reply

  • (8/3/2009 5:51:00 AM)

    A nostalgic tribute! Another compelling poem from your creative quill. (Report) Reply

  • (8/3/2009 4:32:00 AM)

    You plant seeds of poemism in our brain and they grow into beautiful words in seconds...magic +++++++10
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  • (8/2/2009 6:48:00 PM)

    So beautifully expressed, Sandra. A smoke picture that can be tasted, breathed. Keep writing - it's good for all our souls. N (Report) Reply

  • (8/2/2009 4:41:00 PM)

    beautiful poem with wonderful images and thougts.. (Report) Reply

  • (8/2/2009 4:41:00 PM)

    beautiful poem with wonderful images and thougts.. (Report) Reply

  • Sulaiman Mohd Yusof (8/2/2009 7:38:00 AM)

    Your words flow deeply into my hungry veins, wanting for more.Good job Sandra dear. (Report) Reply

  • Smiley Hooker (8/1/2009 10:03:00 PM)

    Yes, I so love this poem from start to finish. Your poetic prowess makes it worth the read and praise! Very creative and brilliant! :) (Report) Reply

  • (8/1/2009 4:26:00 PM)

    A nostalgic tribute to a Patron Spirit. Gray images drive memory, dreams and reflections. Old friends do not disappear, but dwell with us for all time, even beyond physical separation. The image of hands and trees is very moving.

    - Will
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  • (8/1/2009 5:44:00 AM)

    There is a starkness and a sparseness about your words which brings their meaning into focus by sharp contrast. Your poem reminds me of a leaf with fine veins running through it. The leaf represents the words and the veins the music which holds the words together.

    The music you create in your work is impossible to miss - a music that is sombre, serious, nostalgic and euphonious.
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 21, 2011

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