Sandra Fowler

Rookie (February,4,1937 / W. Columbia, WV, USA)

As I Count Your Days - Poem by Sandra Fowler

I count the snowflakes as I count your days.
The hollows hold evaporated stars.
Each one as unique as a poem thought,
Bears witness to winter's eternity.

The landscape is the color of old wood.
Vividness would disturb its elegance.
Within its depth I carve your Slavic face
And feel my fingers warmed by memory.

Previously published: Skylark, Purdue University Calumet


Comments about As I Count Your Days by Sandra Fowler

  • (12/7/2009 12:48:00 PM)


    Imagery immense…nice treat…
    Ten…
    Ms. Nivedita
    UK
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  • (3/5/2009 6:23:00 AM)


    'each one as unique as a poem thought'...truely wonderful poem (Report) Reply

  • (2/7/2009 1:08:00 PM)


    exquisite work m'am.............so smooth and tender.......great imagery.
    10 all the way
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  • Meggie Gultiano (12/23/2008 2:59:00 PM)


    a wonderful write..and once again, full of imagery as you can truly do it.Full of emotions poured out on this piece. (Report) Reply

  • (11/30/2008 12:04:00 AM)


    the depth of memories is simply not measurable, but your magical quill has managed to fathom those depths. (Report) Reply

  • (11/16/2008 5:10:00 AM)


    Sandra, you have a way with words and weave magic with your deep insight and imagery. a short poem, but very evocative.10. i could feel so many emotions reading it. winter lanscape, mood and then the warm ending.

    love

    Mamta
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  • Palas Kumar Ray (7/28/2008 4:29:00 AM)


    ______________________________________________________
    You appear an Artist again, drawing poetry with the color of words
    and I know this is you, unique.
    ____________________________________________________10
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  • Sulaiman Mohd Yusof (3/1/2008 9:40:00 PM)


    purity of bonding is always everlasting. (Report) Reply

  • (9/29/2007 12:15:00 AM)


    I do not know anyone on the contemporary seen who writes of love with greater power than SF. Bill Grace (Report) Reply

  • (3/18/2007 7:30:00 AM)


    'The landscape is the color of old wood.
    Vividness would disturb its elegance.'

    I found those two lines really beautiful. They give the poem atmosphere and reality, a backcloth to the whole picture, the whole scene. And your last two lines finished off the poem superbly. An enjoyable read for me. Thank you, Sandra.

    Love, Fran xx
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  • (1/19/2007 2:46:00 PM)


    you really do know how to decribe out side picture of the beautiful things that your eyes do see, and brings them to your heart and mind to be able to place them into such wonderful poetry. (Report) Reply

  • Cyclopseven R (12/16/2006 9:58:00 AM)


    take me in your mind, let me there a while to live your mind. wonderful write. (Report) Reply

  • (5/7/2006 2:09:00 PM)


    Sandra, I was captivated by the first line and even more enchanted by the second. Your words paint such exquisite pictures. Warmest wishes, Justine (Report) Reply

  • (4/10/2006 3:58:00 PM)


    I can almost smell the moss in the dense woods, a wonderful write full of feeling and imagery, Love Duncan (Report) Reply

  • (4/10/2006 12:57:00 PM)


    Your depth of feeling is conveyed exquisitely and powerfully in a relatively short poem. It is sometimes difficult to achieve one beautiful image in a single poem, but you've magically created several with this stellar offering. A most enjoyable read. Thank you immensely.

    Kindest regards,

    Greg XXO
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  • john tiong chunghoo (4/7/2006 3:47:00 AM)


    very good one sandra. keep going. (Report) Reply

  • (4/4/2006 10:15:00 AM)


    i love how you describe the snowflakes as holding evaporated stars. that sounds so magical.. (Report) Reply

  • (4/1/2006 10:35:00 AM)


    I see why your list of accomplishments as a writer is so full. This really is beautiful. The images of the winter day....just beautiful. Sincerely, Mary (Report) Reply

  • (3/30/2006 6:45:00 PM)


    My fear is that poetry and poets no longer mean anything in a world of immense suffering on the one hand and worship of technology on the other hand, in the midst of this my fear, you reassure that poetry and art are as eternal as love itself, thanks for that! (Report) Reply

  • (3/30/2006 12:42:00 PM)


    Sandra this poem has proved to me what a gifted writer you are. To write words like that first line is something else. It is so beautiful. I Count the Snow Flakes as I Count the Days. To remember someone in that way to me would be everlasting. cheers Sylvie (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 30, 2006



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