Duskscape Poem by Sandra Fowler

Subtlety in imagery, the bare bones of poetry. You leave your poems open to many readings. Some images cross borders... Why are good poems sad? Metaphors build a safety net. Glad to hear the sound....

You wrote and express an excellent poem with a painted image of a imagination very profound Ms. Fowler.

Your shadow song is eternal. This lovely poem moves in muted colors from rain to the bridge of dusk, a wider vista of imagination is opened. The shadow bird image is most poignant. Dusk is the finest time of day for revery.

a soft whisper has the power to cross skies and seas for nothing is foreign to the color blue…! A poem painted in deep blue in our minds…

Sandra a very lovely piece you wrote. you paint it so clearly in our minds to see what you saw.

Sandra, The 'palette' and 'infinity' in the last stanza transforms this poem of yours into an Impressionist landscape painting! I shall explain this further in my next poem! 10 + -Raj

Exquisite imagery Sandra, Duskscape and a shadow bird - how lovely these words, makes me read once more.

absolutely exquisite- what a beautiful portrayal of nature. the images created by you stay in the mind.

the thought of taking the sounds of a singing bird with you forever has a certain charm to it...i agree w/ katherine, like all of your writing, very impressionistic...always comments on nature and the effect on the soul, i like 10; /10

Sandra-I love this one! It stirs up such images and memories like an impressionistic painting. I like the colors, and the bird singing is a stroke of genius. Beautiful work. kate