A Touch Of Sunset Poem by Sandra Fowler
A Touch Of Sunset
There is a tide mysterious as the sea,
Dividing light and darkness endlessly,
West of the moment's own necessity.
A touch of sunset on a distant hill
Gives vividness a little music still.
It plays our song, my friend, against all will.
Wind plucks the lonely harp strings of the air.
Loss of the landscape is beyond compare.
Our solace is the humanness we share.
Previously published, 'Poetry Depth Quarterly'
I find myself wondering what you would have done with a canvas and a brush. Right now, my mind is a canvas and your words, the brush strokes. It is better not to look for meaning where beauty is predominant. 'A thing of beauty is joy forever' John Keats Take care
You always paint such a beautiful picture of our inner landscape I love your poems
Sunset of the sun and sunset of a life. No wonder this poem has been published! Intertwining. You do it beautifully and masterfully. About King Arthur...xxElysabeth
‘Wind plucks the lonely harp strings of the air.’ Amazing imagery…best amongst all to me…a 'Mistress'- Stroke…to contemplate on and on… 10/10 Ms. Nivedita UK
Yes Sandra, it is the 'humaneness' we all share makes us one global community! I am very distressed at the unprovoked attacks on Indian students in Australia! The media is covering it for the last two days! 10+ -Raj Nandy
really a great poem! I liked your style of expression.............10+
Dear Sandra-If you had never written another poem, this one would make you great for all ages to come. But all of your poems are perfect and beautiful. Thank you for this beautiful poem and thank you for upholding the tradition of art. Lol Kate
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 11:22:06 AM # 1.0.0
Line 7 allows me to 'feel the flame of distant poet works' and perhaps it is Sandburg who authored a piece called 'Silence' which is an old memory that this wonderful piece of poetry evokes. Blessings as always, Bill Grace