Gray Music Poem by Sandra Fowler
Gray Music
You wrote your Yiddish signature in rain.
I could not match it in a thousand years.
Old words are classic to my memory.
Because of you, my feet have wings this day.
Gray music paints a picture of rare worth,
A Slavic image of an April mood,
Breaching the barrier of your last breath,
I should not wonder, Friend, you said it would.
'For a poet who was born in April and died in April'.
Copyright,2009, Sandra Fowler
A beautiful tribute to a friend. The flesh may be mortal but words such as these will live beyond the grave. Leonard
Beautifully spoken words of mourning for a friend whose memory will always bring joy to your life. I'm so sorry for your loss but I am happy you celebrate the joy of the memories he/she left with you and that will always remain with you.
Lovely poem! Life never ends and death is merely a transition. But some people leave behind indelible memories, making them immortal...
its actually very good sandra.. im sure the first one im doing is not goona be the last what an ode to great memories vaulted in the chest...with them the essence of life and happiness...to be expressed thus...in rhyme...phenomenal cheers...its a tenner
The title is very much suitable and the rest..superb...a very good hearty tribute to your poet friend..regards-Indira Renganathan
Music is spirit preserved for eternity. The color of slavic music, their words are in their music.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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10/10/2024 8:31:55 AM # 1.0.0
Amazing and beautiful....... full of soft poetic values... nice work Fowler 10.. Ali