Diminishing Poem by Sandra Fowler

dream force to its husk, amazing in the beautiful mood of sadness it creates.

There is a touch of high sense of imagination and truth in every line of this poem. Yes, how can a patch of rain hide the diminishing force in the entire world, if what I understand from this poem is corret?

very unique poem full of lyrical and profound sweetness.

Dear Sandra, The last two lines really did it for me 'How strange a patch of rain that is so small Could cover the diminsions of us all. Brilliant work.Love Duncan

This is a very moving poem. Turning to your poems for comfort is always rewarding. The rain oft cleans the panes. You turn one rain into a metaphor that is universal. Farewell, Queen Anne's Lace. Welcome, glimpse of sunlight before the evening. New experiences await. A little rainbow for your admirers.

never ending rain......i see through the open windows of mind.....

This morning I'm covered by the beauty of your words, captured and held within. Embraced by the flow of your golden pen, can't wait to read more from you again. A sister poet Melvina

You polish the windows of your imagination to allow the reader to read your thoughts and feel your dreaming. Love your use of the word 'decently' in the second line and your final couplet is the perfect expression of wonder. Immaculate penning. love, Allie xxxx

Good poem and a great poet! Bill Grace

loved this wonderful piece. you do know how to bring things to life and lets us see the way they should be seen.