Sandra Fowler

Rookie (February,4,1937 / W. Columbia, WV, USA)

Inside My Bones I Carry Words Of You - Poem by Sandra Fowler

Inside my bones I carry words of you.
Dusk is oblivious to everything but blue.
My hand is tracing what is left of light,
Dancing westward upon the rim of sight.

A few warm whispers now are left to shine
Of all the treasured letters that were mine.
The mood we shared is slipping out of place
To glitter like a minaret in space.

No matter that your winter went too far
For me to reach by caravans of stars.
Solace is printed on my windowpane,
In case your poem comes this way again.

Previously published, The World Poets Quarterly, China

Comments about Inside My Bones I Carry Words Of You by Sandra Fowler

  • Meggie Gultiano (1/13/2009 5:37:00 AM)

    i am speechless, Sandra, i cannot find the exact words what to is here in my heart..i wanted to shout it out what i feel right now..This is very touching, you give me peace of mind today..I LOVE THIS VERY, VERY MUCH (Report) Reply

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  • (6/9/2008 5:57:00 AM)

    I absolutely love this poem. It was my favourite one read out loud and I played it more than a few times to really capture the words. It is sublime and you covered perfectly how a cherished one's words stay within our bones and within our soul. Just beautiful. HG: -) xx (Report) Reply

  • (1/26/2008 8:20:00 AM)

    This is sad, but not maudlin. For me, it draws the image of somene sitting by a window as the sun goes down, holding an old poem or love letter in one hand, and remembering. It's a beautiful image and I'm glad I picked this poem to read and spend a little time upon.

    Thank you for writing this,

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  • (10/14/2007 11:30:00 PM)

    Your poetry reaches and touches me at an incredbily deep level. This poem was no exception. Bill Grace (Report) Reply

  • (7/14/2007 2:57:00 AM)

    Impeccable poetry, Sandra, and so moving. Your singular gift of marrying image and metaphor is awe-inspiring. And the theme of solace with acceptance touches the reader's heart. Love the minaret metaphor. I'm so glad I found this one. love, Allie xxxx (Report) Reply

  • Melvina Germain (4/25/2007 9:56:00 PM)

    Another great piece of poetry, beautiful, I like your title, it shows your creative ability. Nicely done Sandra, Thankyou--Melvina-- (Report) Reply

  • Brian Dorn (1/13/2007 10:18:00 PM)

    Based purely on the title, I could tell this poem would be deep... and I was right. Great poem, Sandra! !
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  • (10/29/2006 2:20:00 PM)

    i have to say something about this cause i loved the title - first verse is fab &
    ‘minaret in space’ have never heard. but after the first verse, i feel your rhymes
    take something away from it; they make it more superficial than what i'd like.
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  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (8/13/2006 8:39:00 PM)

    Sandra...This is a beautiful exemplification of imagery at it's pristine best...tight, crisp struucture, and Rhythm in usual, fine overall craftsmanship in full display here.'''''''''''''''''''''f'jr (Report) Reply

  • (8/10/2006 12:48:00 PM)

    I agree, the long title attracts but is deceiving...... There is an amazing display of your skill in the poetry. The rhythm, the imagery, the motion.... this sure is a technical marvel. Undoubtedly, they should have a ranking system higher than 10 for such gems. (Report) Reply

  • Patrick Ladbrooke (8/10/2006 1:49:00 AM)

    I confess I thought the title was a bit long winded, but the poem is technically excellent and the imaginative content even better!

    Easily gets 10 in my book!

    Best wishes,

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  • (8/8/2006 11:57:00 AM)

    The title of this poem is wonderful and inventive, Sandra.
    The rest is worth reading as well :)
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  • (8/7/2006 2:54:00 PM)

    This is so beautiful, my favourite part:

    A few warm whispers now are left to shine
    Of all the treasured letters that were mine.
    The mood we shared is slipping out of place
    To glitter like a minaret in space.

    Amazing Sandra, Love duncan X
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  • (8/6/2006 8:23:00 PM)

    As I read this poem, it is dusk - and indeed, only the blue flowers are still visible from my window. The imagery of the minaret and the caravan of stars - an indelible impression. As the sun westers, the mind is drawn to the darkening East - where this poem appeared, and where a new day dawns when ours fades. (Report) Reply

  • (8/5/2006 11:35:00 AM)

    The rhythm serves the reflective, pensive tone of the poem. You always write with layers of meaning making your poems a particular pleasure. I love this... (Report) Reply

  • (8/4/2006 4:16:00 AM)

    A STARRY piece. My favourite by you. The window-motif again. Susie xxx. (Report) Reply

  • (8/3/2006 10:11:00 PM)

    Exceptional Sandra.........the nature lover is more stronger than a common lover,
    A colourful painting and I hear the whispers too.Marvelous.
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  • Rajaram Ramachandran (8/3/2006 7:32:00 PM)

    The happiest moments of the past, on recollection, appear not like the proverbial air castle, but like a minaret on the sky. This picture Sandra has artistically painted in her poem, what I feel. As usual, as a lover of nature, she has an unique style of keeping a dialogue with the nature in most of her poetry including this one. (Report) Reply

  • (8/3/2006 5:08:00 PM)

    Love how you tied words and poem together. (Report) Reply

  • (8/3/2006 3:01:00 PM)

    Dear Sandra
    I have only two words to say about this poem 'Simply Majestic' cheers Sylvie
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 3, 2006

Poem Edited: Friday, August 20, 2010

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