Deft Fingers Poem by Sandra Fowler
Deft Fingers
Deft fingers sketch the ever falling sun,
Paint good-bye on the lens of imagery.
West fades across a field of goldenrod.
Amber is warm elegiac to the touch.
Shadows become a landscapes final gift.
You tell me so with your eloquent eyes.
One need not speak to be articulate.
I hear what you could never say aloud.
Above our heads, sky is autumn enhanced.
I think it is a masterpiece in gray.
You wrap your arms around me like a coat.
And so we stand immersed in light's ebb tide.
Copyright,2008, Sandra Fowler
Captured well within the warmth of your splendid words are the ebb and tide of dwelling anew to a freshness of another day. Your work is splendid indeed.
A delightful hint of eroticism...and the evening is yet so young! Excellent.
Sunset, lenghtening shadows, colours of Autumn, the aura pregnant with warmth of a loved one- lovely poem and such vivid imagery. thanks Sandra, for such a beautiful poem. Warm Regards Mamta
Such warmth within this tender write Sandra, just beautiful. Best wishes, Andrew
Your visual perception, shades and colours are translated into words that express what cannot be articulated. Poetry aims at going beyond words using words. The reader as a silent lover who can understand and heal his own wounds. The miracle of art. Merry Christmas, Sandra.
a very warm and tender piece of work. thank you for reading love faded away and for your comment
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12/6/2025 9:44:58 AM # 1.0.0
'I hear what you could never say aloud'- Great! That is the poet!