Compelling Light Poem by Sandra Fowler
Compelling Light
I left you in an era of woodfires,
Red leaves burning like sunset on tin roofs.
No rain swept reason for such loss compares,
To what cannot be earthbound by a word.
Though winter falls like crystal past the pane,
I feel your shadow thumbprints on my lids.
West is the echo of the imagery
Compelling light on fields of goldenrod.
Previously published, 'Poetry Depth Quarterly'
How lovely is this! Beautiful words from the heart. Best... CJ
Compelling Light what a beautiful tital to a fantantisic poem, That first line is so compelling on its own and Red leaves burning like sunset on tin roofs. It reminds me of my nextdoor neighbours Virgina Creeper taht grows all up her wall, Great poem Sandra I loved every word Cheers Sylviex
It is all said... I add only that the power to instil strong emotion in your reader in so few words is rare indeed. t x
The image of 'shadow thumbprints' is haunting - your use of color, and even odor and touch in this poem is a path to an indefinable feeling: loss, yet - something gained, precious memory and faith that no love is in vain. - Will
you do know how to write great poetry and this is another great one, really liked this one.
This is masterful penning Sandra - you share your feelings of loss with great economy and wrap them lovingly in the colours of the seasons. The texture of the piece is as sparce as the music of Erik Satie. So too is its emotional clarity. love, Allie xxxx
Astounding beauty. Perfection of language and imagery. Excuse my while I catch my breath.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/6/2025 2:22:25 PM # 1.0.0
your words flow eloquently with deep meaning of a love or friendship lost, that is what I read in these lines, , whether I am wrong or right your words flow from a beautiful soul and poet, , , blessings...Cecil