Bittersweet Poem by Sandra Fowler

Bittersweet

Rating: 4.9


The mood was bittersweet and lyrical.
The birds sang evening almost every day.
My dress was yellow as the paling sun.
Wind whispered of us to the Queen Anne's lace.

You held my hand lest I should slip away
Into the hollows of lost memory.
The fireflies danced our song through country fields.
I still recall how summer lit your face.

I wrote your poem in my storybook.
It lingers in the landscapes of my mind.
Although my sentiments did not match yours,
There never was another boy called Ben.

With Affection for a summer friend of long ago

Copyright,2008, Sandra Fowler

COMMENTS OF THE POEM

a lovely memory of a person taken out from the landscapes of your mind...beautifully remembered

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premji premji 25 February 2009

yesterday is history... tomorrow is mystery.... just live in present......poet says........ but when beautiful momories are there, how can we live alone in present.......

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Sonya Florentino 12 February 2009

we all have a Ben in our lives, they just come with different names....

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Tsira Goge 14 December 2008

The mood was bittersweet and lyrical. ................................................................. Very sweet and lyrical, you are the brilliant poetess, I wish you all kind... Thank you............. Warmest regards, Tsira

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James Foulk 24 November 2008

a beautiful and lovely piece of poetry. thank you for reading Enchanting Songbirds and for your comment

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Dr Dillip K Swain 21 October 2022

Great expression. Your poetry is unique dear Sandra. I enormously admire your poetry and personality as well.

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Maria C. Pires Costa 10 December 2009

We would say your sweet mood fills us so intensely our hearts that we surrender to your living memories having no counterparts. With affection and warmest regards, Maria

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Nikunj Sharma 21 November 2009

images....metaphors.... music of your words...is spellbinding. I loved this one...Summer, fireflies, dress yellow as paling sun, , , , , , , , , , , , wow. I am sure there wont be anyone like Ben

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This is a magical poem of Summer and you have set a special mood for this special Ben. 'you held my hand lest it should slip away into the hollows of lost memory'. Beautiful.... 10 Karin Anderson

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Mel Vincent Basconcillo 26 April 2009

u are spectacular and the words have nostalgia to it..amazing and beautiful as are u! !

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W. Columbia, WV, USA
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