Sandra Fowler
W. Columbia, WV, USA
Explore Poems GO!

A Touch Of Verse

Rating: 4.5
Light has exposed the landscape to its form.
Mood is rebuked of all its artifice.
Wind moves like winter through the naked trees.
I ask you for a leaf, but there is none.

Instead, you offer me a weather coat,
Gray as warm words reduced to whispering.
You tell me that November loves old bones.
Your frost accent is quite believable.


























You paint a picture of our private sky.
The light falls faint upon my closing eyes.
Held close within a margin of rare words,
Stillness sings like a fragile, yellow bird.

Against the glass old memories ebb and flow.
A touch of verse becomes a touch of snow.
Our tiny world is slipping into space.
Only your precious hands hold it in place.

Copyright,2007, Sandra Fowler
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
COMMENTS
Mary Skarpathiotaki 20 November 2017
?p?????! ! ??ßa?? p??? eµp?e?s?? ?a? ??a µ??a! ! ! ???? 10+
0 0 Reply
Eyan Desir 07 December 2009
This is very beautiful excellent job
0 0 Reply
Sonya Florentino 28 July 2009
i don't know how I missed this one the first time around but I shouldn't wonder... as you so wonderfully put it 'a touch of verse becomes a touch of snow'... everything is ethereal....'.the light falls faint upon my closing eyes'...always beautiful Sandra
0 0 Reply
Raj Nandy 01 July 2009
Some say that our Universe is expanding and so is space! But Sandra's lines keeps me rooted with loving grace! May the Gods bless you so that you can write for long, - For my heart would love to sing those lines as songs! 10 + - Raj Nandy.
0 0 Reply
Sadiqullah Khan 15 January 2009
Very dep and touching poem, the words flow like water carrying immense meaning. the landscape is depicted in fine autumn colors with a hope in the end, , it was a fine read indeed a 10
0 0 Reply
Vinod Kumar 15 January 2009
A Very good landscape in the winter and its joy and worries, it clearly expressed in it, ya november really likes old bones, a wonderful work, thanks for sharing the great work.10+++.
0 0 Reply
Andrew Blakemore 06 January 2009
Beautiful imagery Sandra, your words paint such wonderful pictures. Best wishes, Andrew
0 0 Reply
C. P. Sharma 24 December 2008
Your touch turns each word into a verse And each verse is so well versed, Its somber music there is mirth In winter gives warmth of home & hearth. I loved the following lines: Against the glass old memories ebb and flow. A touch of verse becomes a touch of snow. Our tiny world is slipping into space. Only your precious hands hold it in place. A panormic vista of memories sweet and sour. Your friend on Poemhunter, CP
0 1 Reply
Duncan Wyllie 12 December 2008
I love The way you write Our tiny world is slipping into space. Only your precious hands hold it in place. Amazing* Love duncan X
1 1 Reply
Marvin Brato 09 December 2008
S o sweet lovely verses a stounding as it is great n o human instinct can resist d rawn to inner sentiments r iver of emotions just flow a thousand times blissful!
1 1 Reply

Delivering Poems Around The World

Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...

4/14/2021 9:52:02 AM # 1.0.0.559