Bare Panes Poem by Sandra Fowler
Bare Panes
The moment is elusive as old verse.
Music only suggests its fragile self.
Moon drops fall beautiful upon bare panes
The chill dances through labyrinths of trees.
The ancient loveliness of autumn's lamp
patterns the night like lace on humankind.
You promise me the mood will never end.
Smoke swirls through stanzas of infinity.
Copyright,2008, Sandra Fowler
'With a special recommend from the editors
of 'World Poets Quarterly.China'
It never fails to amaze me, how many wonderful ways we have to conjure up our thoughts on paper. Lovely stuff Sandra. Danny
sandra... wonderful lines... i wish the moonshine is with me all life... love.. premji
Sandra, as per usual, you have captured the resplendent essence of imageries majique And, once again, your efforts serve as a paradigm for what the mind's eye of the accomplished Poet can see, and express....Fine Work, indeed, young lady! ~ F j R ~ __2008__
It is when I read verse like this that I recognise you Child of the Ancient Poet.-10
sandraji, some times real to the core and some times absolute surreal......always you keep wonders........
The haunting imagery leaves no doubt as to why this poem has been awarded plaudits the 'The World's Poets Quarterly'. You gift of combining color, sound and feeling shines here. - Will
Dear Sandra, it is Surprising poems, I am admired... from my 10x10 Best wishes, Tsira
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12/5/2025 3:36:42 AM # 1.0.0
Sandra, wonderful composition, and word pictures. i like your style of expression.10 Warm Regards Mamta