I am addicted to your spare landscape.
Each dropp of rain is distinct as a tear.
A lemon touch of old sun scores the mind.
Joy chafes our subtle thoughts into a flame.
Strong music would be hurtful to the mood.
A whisper has the power to cross seas.
I meet you on the dusk bridge of your choice.
Nothing is foreign to the color blue.
Time mixes metaphors in shades of smoke.
The palette pleases the discerning eye.
A shadow bird sings to the falling air.
That song goes with us to infinity.
Copyright, Sandra Fowler,2008
when we are alone we need some musings...something special...one could be Duskscape...nice one
'spare landscape...subtle thoughts...shades of smoke...shadow birds and whispers.' this is simply beautiful Sandra - you have captured the magic, mystery and muted beauty of twilight. Possibly my favourite of yours to date... j xx
Sandra, every line is perfect. Nothing to add or take away. Thank you.
An absolutely beautiful poem Sandra, your words are gentle, and bring a sense of peace and tranquility. Melvina
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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You mix the metaphors in your palette beautifully well to paint this extraordinary piece.