An Enclave Poem by Sandra Fowler
An Enclave
I leave you my abbreviated dusk,
A patch of blue upon a distant hill.
Fog fingers write my feelings on the glass.
Those urgent words once set the bones alight.
Friend, let that once be powerful enough
To hold time's shadow to its measurement.
West's fated slant across a million roofs
Creates an enclave worthy of itself.
Previously published, 'The International Library Of Poetry'
a beautiful write. you do have a way with words, and putting them in the right place.
Sandra How sweet are these words (A Patch of Blue Upon a Distant Hill) how wonderful a genius piece of writing, you have such a way with words and this makes your poetry such a wonder to read and this poem has a description that is just perfect. Cheers Sylviex
Your words embrace and lift, Sandra, and often transport the reader to new places and meanings... A tender work, this. Love, Esther : ]
Sandra, I love the 'fog fingers' line it has a wonderful vibrance to it. Great write! Brian
Always different... always captivating... always excellent... and of course, always Sandra!
does time's shadow have a measurement? will you find out & let me know. abbreviated dusk. fog fingers. kisskiss. sjg
This beautiful poem taps our memories and captures a treasured mood that escapes our total comprehension. Very much an enclave.
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 5:35:14 AM # 1.0.0
This poem celebrates and honors the moment with its intense and hauntingly beautiful language and imagery!