Shadow Road Comments

scintillating! thanks for so much enjoyment. kind regards, john

You are gifted poet indeed.. Not many can write such lovely poems..Your works provide me with a kinda of spiritual contentment which always linger on my mind for a long time.. They are like great medication to the sore heart! ! ! Love Shan

the true friend and true companion of every human other than his soul is nothing but the shadow..............

I never want to skip over any Poem you writeSandra in fear of missing out, 'And makes old crooked men of autumn trees' is such a vivid description, so clever how you brought tog nature life and death.

Reading your poems I loose myself into those vivid imagery.

pretty subtle, indeed... ;) As I've said in my letter... I do enjoy a lot of your works. Thanks for the gift :) Sincerely, Daffodill (It's my real name!)

Special. Very special. Bill Grace

Sandra, your poetry seems to get more and more lovely! As I read this poem for the first time, my heart thrilled to its beauty. The imagery as always is stunning and original.

a really beautiful piece of yours..i love it! hugs, meggie

Thank you for sharing your beautiful poetry Sandra! ............................Diane

One of the best I have read in quite sometine, Thank you

The music of nature echoes along your 'Shadow Road.'..wonderful metaphors and images that enable the reader to see through your window on the world.Stunning Sandra. Justine.

That first line is completely killing. I mean, obviously, in the best possible way. S.... this is mind-blowing. I have that image. Got it. The talent of the poet, to ensure the reader relates. t x

The beautiful, fine, intangible, mercurial images of nature, sketched by an incisive pen and arrested on a canvas of immortality. Sandra, my hat off to you. Take care

You certainly bring the landscape alive, I enjoyed reading it aloud and feeling the 'old men' waving in the wind. Your metaphor of life and death (right?) works well. 'The comfort of that suddeness' is an interesting concept. I'm working with the line, 'music alone...' to understand it better. (Just read a few others' comments. 'weights down' is what took me time to get, because usually I think of something 'weighted down' as synonymous with the way you use 'fallen'. But, by 'weighted down' here, I think you mean 'grounded'. Right?)

Nature on nature, beautiful sunset, illusory, which is death and birth!

'And makes old crooked men of autumn trees' stands out like... Brilliant metaphor. Brilliant poem. Brilliant title. What more can I say? Perhaps the music that accompanies the images. Yes, there is always music in your poetry. love, Allie xxxx

Shadow Road in Goose River...Now, who could ask for anything more! lol! Young Lady, you leave me absent of expression to convey my thoughts and gauge on your fine verse...so i will simply leave you with the following vernacular, or poetic lexicon...Sandra, you are indeed a' Masteress of Metaphoric Measure'! ~ ~ ~

I see all the shadows along this road Sandra.

The 'shadow road' reminded me of the twenty-third Psalm. All of humanity, whether they realise if or not, face a cold wind. Tears, and a reason to go on, are what we have to offer. The sunset in cold weather is very beautiful. All humankind may gaze, and feel universal love: our destinies are joined, forever and for all time. This very beautiful poem touched me to the core. - Will