Bare Eyes Crack With Sorrow Poem by Sandra Fowler

Bare Eyes Crack With Sorrow

Rating: 4.7


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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Courtney Elmlinger 18 February 2006

Sandra~ I agree with Mary, I'm not sure why there's such a low score on this one! This is a beautiful poem. The title alone caught my eye, 'Bare Eyes Crack With Sorrow', I just love it! :) I'm anxious to read more! ! !

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Nimal Dunuhinga 15 March 2006

Birds fly but they never take our sorrow to the sky.Sun rise also a burden to a gloomy eye.What a sad poem Sandra.............I agree with Rajaram it's a portrait.

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R H 13 April 2006

What wonderful imagery - the first line is so powerful. A vivid picture filled with emotion. Kind regards, Justine.

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John Tiong Chunghoo 03 September 2006

dear sandra, there seems to be something clashing here. why should the old houses crack with sorrow since the sun will rise again tomorrow. the rising sun is alaways synonymous with triumph and happiness. otherwise like this poem though.

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Melvina Germain 28 November 2006

A big (10) from me Sandra, this is truly a beautiful poem, the imagry once again as in previous poems is absolutely fantastic, you have an excellent creative ability. There are some that just need to open their minds and let the true essence of this poem flow in. I know they would love every bit of this truly beautiful poem. thankyou once again for the beauty that comes from within.-Melvina-

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Dr Dillip K Swain 23 October 2022

An excellent poem dear Sandra..... well penned

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Khairul Ahsan 20 July 2013

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!

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Apothecary Montague 19 October 2009

i think tara said it all. thank you for being you and sharing.

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Bill Grace 30 September 2007

I can almost see them. If the chuckle factor can be trusted a very wonderful poem. Bill Grace

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Alison Cassidy 08 August 2007

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

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