A Word And A Flower Poem by Sandra Fowler

A Word And A Flower

Rating: 4.9


You claim my thoughts,
Though you have never seen your name in frost.
I think the window of a distant train
Still mirrors you like a poem in its glass.

Through strong, blue dusk,
You come to me with a word and a flower.
Snow to the eaves alone brings Wednesday back.
The only gold is in the sunset, Friend.

Previously published, 'Matinee', Germany

Friday, November 23, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: flower,snow,sunset
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Marieta Maglas 30 April 2010

Nice image created with words great poetic work.. warm regards, Mari

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Ashraful Musaddeq 21 November 2009

Through 'the window of a distant train' it is obvious- someone is coming 'with a word and a flower'... always something very special with poetic aroma... best regards...

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Aijaz Asif 15 November 2009

so nice, beautiful and mind soothing write ma'am and you are so good in it, whenever i feel down i come and read your thoughts and a spark of hope starts breathing in my heart.....thanks for sharing many, many 10++++ and definitely added to my favs. rgds asif

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Yelena M. 10 November 2009

I had to read it many times to feel all its beauty and thought and emotion put into this poem by your hand. And now a sense of bluish haze and dreamy melancholy surrounds my evening. Thanks for sharing, Sandra Yelena M.

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Raj Nandy 09 November 2009

The only gold is in the sunset is true. After the darkest hours comes the dawn, - I wonder what lies beyond? ! Let this light of dawn pierce our soul, For a glimpse of the Lord with all His halos to behold! -Raj

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Dr Dillip K Swain 12 October 2022

The only gold is the sunset..I respect the wisdom inherent in this bit of poetic expression. Top score! !

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Dev Anand 28 December 2018

The only gold is in the sunset, Friend...You came to me with a word and a flower. a very good poem. dev

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Laurie Hill 11 September 2018

Your poetry is exquisite Laurie Hill

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Naseer Ahmed Nasir 28 July 2010

I have read this beautiful poem again and again and my feelings are same as of Yelena. This sunset gold is more precious than pure gold. Warm Regards Naseer

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Robert Howard 02 June 2010

This is quintessential Sandra magic - evocative and calming and a way that bring sense to our frenetic and perilous world.

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