Sandra Fowler
W. Columbia, WV, USA
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Autumn Friends

Rating: 5.0
If one could bridge the distance with a word,
A journey would become a pilgrimage.
Elegant letters slant across the page.
My leaf has found a home upon your coat.

My kind critic, I think it is our fate
To meet in stanzas of my poetry.
Simile and metaphor must be our bond
Until autumn blows one of us away.
Our rare rapport is irreplacable.
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Naseer Ahmed Nasir 28 July 2010
If one could bridge the distance with a word, A journey would become a pilgrimage. Your poetic journey is becoming a pilgrimage, Sandra. Regards Naseer
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Fred Babbin 12 February 2010
I am not one for flowery language, but your words are beautiful.
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Nikunj Sharma 29 December 2009
# If one could bridge the distance with a word, A journey would become a pilgrimage........... A grand opening Sandra - philosohical and dubbed in reverence for words and poetry...lovely phrase, dont blame me if you find it used in my poems someday... # Simile and metaphor must be our bond Until autumn blows one of us away.............this streakes out of life and the experiences that we have...great lines constructed out of simple words here...amazing work.... # Our..................... My little leaf says thank you every day. It comforts me to know it traveled safe ..........the last stanza is full of love, sensibility, passion, imagination and human bonding....each word of this poem sparkles....great poem indeed...
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Mamta Agarwal 19 November 2009
if one could bridge the distance with a word, A journey would become a pilgrimage reading your verses is like a pilgrimage itself, for it touches the deepest core of my being, uplifts and fills with reverence. love and regards Mamta
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Sally Plumb Plumb 29 September 2009
What else can I say... its as lovely as ever.
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Val Morehouse 26 September 2009
What a welcome moment this poem about writing and poetry made for me this morning. I am delighted by it. Please try my poem Host, which is also about writing poetry but from a different angle. Val
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Will Barber 26 July 2009
This is a beautiful poem, a privilege to read, dear friend. I only wish that I had words to adequately praise your verse. Each leaf of your elegant writing contains a world. I am sure that friendship outlives the body, and transcends the physical world. Thank you for this tender poem. It goes straight to my heart. - Will
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Ken E Hall 20 July 2009
Wow what a beauty, felt I was floating on a magic carpet of a leaf and was floating round the forest watching you and then you was gone with the autumn wind, , , , , , luvli stuff what are friends for++++10 regards
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Naseer Ahmed Nasir 18 July 2009
Poetry is like words written on the tablets of the wind and it flows on the gust of mushroomy patterns of wind. Only a sensible, poigent and friend like critic can grasp and conceive the depth and beauty of the versification. The first stanza is really very elegant and indeed the journey of words is like a pilgrimage. The streamline flow of your poetic themes is again very apparent from this gem like poem, Sandra. Best Regards Naseer
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Alison Cassidy 18 July 2009
There is something quite sacred about this poem, Sandra. The first couplet sets the mood of pilgrimage and leaf fall and the leaf becomes a poignant metaphor for a long and far away friendship - 'My leaf has found a home upon your coat.' A sublime tribute from one poet friend to another. 'Until autumn blows one of us away' certainly brought a lump to my throat. Love, Alison ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
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