Autumn Friends Poem by Sandra Fowler

To find out whether a pot of rice is cooked well or not, we take only one cooked rice and press it. Like wise, one word from Sandra is enough to find out whether her poem has passed or not. I am very much impressed with her first two lines, which say 'If one could bridge the distance with a word, a journey would become a pilgrimage.' These two lines are really fantastic. So, with this one word, Sandra has bridged the distance between our too far locations in the East and West.

The fragile beauty like the kiss we can no longer give or receive has been on my mind so strongly of late. Your poetry has touched me with fingers sad and lovely.

it is us the readers, who are taken on a pilgrimage in this beautiful poem that you've written. the metaphor leaves me in, what i would classify as purgatory, (it leaves me between heaven and hell) an excellent write as always. a double ten

Lovely poem dear Sandra--truly a classic. Trust and respect are the ones, most treasured in friendships, and when this fails, one feels so frustrated and lost. You have brought out the moods of the critics in simple words. Hope that our friendship will not be like autumn leaves tossed around in the storms, or thrown in the dustbins of history. -10 anjali .

Real Autumn, but the long awaiting gaves to more delicious, beyond skiding the subject, the remaining terms are the masters of the autumn, it brings our heart to feel convey more beautiful words like these wonderful notes, thanks mam,10+++

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

I am not one for flowery language, but your words are beautiful.

# 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...

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

What else can I say... its as lovely as ever.