Paisley Patterns Poem by Sandra Fowler

Sandra, This is not just a good poem, it is a great poem. I may not see what you saw, but my minds eye is clear, and the scene opens before me as I read your words. We are in the cemitary, It is fall. It is a cool crisp day, the sun is bright, there are clouds in the sky, and we are not alone, We are there with our loved one, though they be gone. This poem moved me and touched that melencholy chord we so often long to hear. Thanks you for sharing this. Gary

I have seen the beauty reading through the lines of this poem, they were a joy to read. I imangined I had a beautiful patchwork quilt that was trimed in paisley, and every square was filled with the beauty of this poem. Wonderful words wonderful poem. cheers Sylvie

Every word has a weight and a definite meaning. For example, it is not burning the lamp, but lighting the lamp. Burning the corpse is appropriate and it not lighting the corpse. So, words should be used at the appropriate time, place and context. You have nicely said this in your poem.

God helps us understand those mountains of goodbye, a beautiful poem painting frail beauty.

This is too heavy as lead Sandra, a creative sculpture! you feel a burning sensation when you touch the soul, inside our heart too burning like a leaf in the autumn winds.Who pours a drizzle?

A very nice poem, well written.

A masterly take on the meaning of life Sandra, and as always you present us with such good pieces. I loved re-reading this one. thanks. love from Fay.

I like this poem very much Sandra, it has a peaceful element to it. A true pleasure to read. Melvina

great poem. good byes do sometimes seem like anchors pulling me down. i love the technical symmetry and rhyme - especially when fitted with such imagery

You use earth, sun, and weather to create 'atmosphere'. Grief - and acceptance of the inevitability of loss. 'To love that well which thou must leave ere long.'