The sharp blade of her mind
Slips through the fabric of her life.
Shredded memories overlapped,
Overlaid and woven into
The story of her time.
No cloak or blanket this,
No tapestry of frozen past,
But a silken thing.
A net expertly cast.
Oh wow Nomad, this is just brilliant...'a net expertly cast'... it seems you've been caught in the net of her poetry! another one for my faves!
A shining light of a poem. If it is possible for a woman to improve on being female it is to be a poet as well! I have a daughter a dress designer with a keen interest in poetry and it reminds me of her. Outstanding.
Nomad, greetings, Oh, what a great poem this is! It really moved me. " But. A silken thing" Just a few words make a portrait. Panagiota Romios
Thank you Anita! Sandra's ability to move us with her poems is impossible to describe...these lines can convey only a fraction of her skill and instinctive beauty. To Sandra - for sharing your gift with perfect grace.
Then this gift is for you, Sandra...for the inspiration and pleasure your poetry gives. Take care, Nomad
You have penned an extraordinary poem. I am honored to think that I had anything to do with it at all. Thank you, for telling me, Nomad. Your eloquence will be remembered. With admiration for your gift, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful cognitive metaphor: ''The sharp blade of her mind Slips through the fabric of her life.'' wonderful written poem................