Bare Eyes Crack With Sorrow Poem by Sandra Fowler
Bare Eyes Crack With Sorrow
The bare eyes of old houses crack with sorrow,
Because the sun will rise again tomorrow.
Of all who pass by there is no dissenter,
No mood exists upon this street but winter.
A woman and a man walk by together,
Their shadows painted filigree on weather.
Gazing steadfastly upward beyond dying,
They memorize whatever birds are flying.
This is stunning - so succinct yet says so much! Wonderful..... HG: -) xx
The first quality that impressed me about this poem was its powerful and dramatic flow of monologue, and the changing rythmic patterns of the flow of words. I especially felt the last line of the first stanza.
A woman and a man walk by together, Their shadows painted filigree on weather. Gazing steadfastly upward beyond dying, They memorize whatever birds are flying. Amazing picture!
i think tara said it all. thank you for being you and sharing.
I can almost see them. If the chuckle factor can be trusted a very wonderful poem. Bill Grace
Your title beckoned and I responded. Such a splendid opening line 'The bare eyes of old houses crack with sorrow'. You never fail to amaze, Sandra, with the originality of your metaphor. I guess it has something to do with the compassion that underpins all your work - not to mention your great literary skill. I can see your words. They sing to me. love, Allie xxxx
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 1:09:51 AM # 1.0.0
this picture is so vivid, i can see the old house, it reminds me of a house we used to live in a long time ago. nicely written.