Sandra Fowler

A Word And A Flower

You claim my thoughts,
Though you have never seen your name in frost.
I think the window of a distant train
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  • Will Barber (11/28/2007 4:55:00 AM)

    This is a precious tribute to a precious friendship. 'All that glitters is not gold, ' but all gold glitters. Trains speak of many memories - some precious, some horrific. Regardless, time propels us all into the future.

    Autumn brings gold which cannot be purchasd by specie. Winter brings silver which your frost-writings describe.

    Your poem operates on many levels. - Will

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  • Uriah Hamilton (11/25/2007 5:43:00 PM)

    The golden sunset will slowly fall in lonely moment but will not forget the brave hearts like yours findning words for love and friendship. I wont forget them either.
    Uriah

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  • Nimal Dunuhinga (11/24/2007 6:23:00 PM)

    I hear the kind word and smell the fragrance of the fresh flower, Sandra is a master painter of flowers and landscapes too.

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  • William Jackson (11/24/2007 4:45:00 PM)

    'You claim my thoughts.' This is quite a tribute to a lover or a friend! The older I get the more I think Willa Cather' is right when she says through her character Mrs. Ebling in 'On The Gulls' Road' that 'There is something in each of us that does not belong to the family or to society, not even to ourselves. Sometimes it is given in marriage, and sometimes it is given in love, but oftener it is never given at all. We have nothing to do with giving or withholding it. It is a wild thing that sings in us once and flies away and never comes back...' Your poem brought this line from her short story back to my mind. Your poem is simply exquisite as is Willa Cather's prose. Both you and she are masters at capturing the beauty of the landscape in the written word.
    With highest regards,

    William

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  • Leonard Daranjo (11/24/2007 3:17:00 AM)

    Images that would imortalise painters; images like 'Still mirrors you like a poem in its glass' delicate yet strong enough to leave an everlasting imprint. I have said this before and would like to repeat it: you are a painter with a pen and your palette is inexhaustible.

    Take care...

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  • Andrew mark Wilkinson (11/23/2007 3:40:00 PM)

    Just beautiful poetry Sandra, just a word and a flower...

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  • Duncan Wyllie (11/23/2007 1:11:00 PM)

    I can't tell just how I felt after reading this, only that it was a great feeling, something about
    the reflection kept in the window of a distant train, just brilliant, delicate, undefined yet
    beautiful
    Love duncan X

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  • Broken Peaces (11/23/2007 12:18:00 PM)

    Sandra there is a radiance about your work that would keep any reader warm, long may you continue to to walk in peace with nature, as always affection and admiration Chris xx 10

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  • Tom J. Mariani (11/23/2007 9:56:00 AM)

    Whether your 'Friend' is your muse or a real person who comes to you 'with a word and a flower' this poem contains 'gold.' Another compliment is that it got me to compare your words to Frost's 'Nothing Gold Can Stay.' Yours held up pretty good.
    Tom

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  • Rajaram RamachandranRajaram Ramachandran (11/23/2007 9:52:00 AM)

    Yes, it is true, I claim your thoughts,
    Having seen your name in this website
    Thro' the window I see the moon bright
    Tearing the darkness of the night.

    Well before the fall of blue dusk,
    Here, I had to return back.
    So, I gave you a word with a flower,
    Saying that I'll forget you never!

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  • Uloia Norris Moore (11/23/2007 8:56:00 AM)

    Such calm in thought
    seen through such frost
    shimmering far off
    meadow mirrored for all
    sunsets the flowers are gold.

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