I Count The Tiny Glitters Poem by Sandra Fowler
I Count The Tiny Glitters
The sun is shining gray upon this hour.
The widening sky has drained the poem's power.
My tears are glued like fireflies to the pane.
I count the tiny glitters of mood rain.
You drink your coffee calmly in the dark
Embroidered shadows of the fading park.
I wish that I was there to fade with you,
But my windows are too thick with blue.
I like that line The sun is shining gray upon this hour, a very moving piece that fits the mood.
your metaphors are full of lively nature imagery, sensitive and can be easily identified by the reader..........well composed **Abha*8
My tears are glued like fireflies to the pane......moving expression. Liked this poigant poem! Top score!
sandraji, when interconnecting Taj mahal with your above poem, terrifies me... i see the dom of Taj as a huge dropp of tear. the tear of the man who was the master architect of taj. his right hand was chopped down immediately after the fulfilment of taj! interconnect the last lines with true experience...really shocking......great poem sandraji........
The concluding line 'I think old verse speaks loud for loveliness' enhances the appeal of this most expressive and emotive poem that cannot fail to touch one's heart. Full score from me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 12:57:35 AM # 1.0.0
Sad, short and beautifully honest. It will stay near my heart. Thank you. from Fay.