Sandra Fowler

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

Silence Is Broken - Poem by Sandra Fowler

The raindrops are too numerous to count.
Landscapes display their sorrow on the glass.
Fragility is lucid, shattering.
Small worlds are falling, who can put them back?

We try to hold together what is lost,
But song cannot be mended with a touch.
Silence is broken and no human hands
Have skill enough to make the difference.

Previously published, The World Poet's Quarterly, China


Comments about Silence Is Broken by Sandra Fowler

  • (12/12/2009 12:08:00 PM)


    Small worlds are falling, who can put them back?
    ........................................................................

    Very fine poem dear Sandra,
    This the rhetoric once again forces us to think about not turned processes...10......

    Best wishes,
    Tsira
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  • Ashraful Musaddeq (5/20/2009 9:48:00 AM)


    A nice poem with nice metaphor. (Report) Reply

  • premji premji (2/3/2009 5:08:00 AM)


    inner silence is also broken....... (Report) Reply

  • (6/29/2007 7:17:00 AM)


    Beautiful images and excellent choice of words. Every line can be a subject of meditation and has meaning for everyone. I like thought-provoking poems like this. (Report) Reply

  • Melvina Germain (6/10/2007 4:22:00 AM)


    A truly amazing write Sandra, absolutely beautiful with fabulous imagry. I love it, thankyou--Melvina-- (Report) Reply

  • Patrick Ladbrooke (9/27/2006 2:22:00 AM)


    'No human hands have skill enough to make the difference.' An excellent closure on a hauntingly sad poem. It carries the frustration of not being able to move time back to that one minute which could have made all the difference.

    Patrick
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  • (7/4/2006 12:45:00 PM)


    This is a BEautiful poem!
    i love the part about, 'little worlds, falling apart...who can put them back together'
    starr
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  • (5/8/2006 1:16:00 PM)


    It is another wonderful poem. I noticed that the more wonderul a poem is the shorter my opinion is :)
    Most of your poems are bright and light, as if they were written by the sun, or the wind...
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  • (4/28/2006 7:34:00 PM)


    This is a very lovely poem! (Report) Reply

  • Nicola Burkett (4/27/2006 11:51:00 PM)


    beautifuly, well written i love it. i agree with sylvia Landscapes display their sorrow on the glass. is a wonderful line that conjuers up wild images.
    Sincerely
    Nickie x x
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  • (4/18/2006 5:05:00 AM)


    Sandra
    What beautiful images, I can see so far into the depth of this poem. The words on their own are simply beautiful, I just love this line Landscapes display their sorrow in glass. What a mound of images come out of that line alone. JUST PERFECT Cheers Sylvie
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  • Rajaram Ramachandran (4/16/2006 7:34:00 PM)


    'The raindrops are too numerous to count.'
    But this is what people are doing in their daily life. Counting numerous holes, but not the good deeds of an individual.

    'Small worlds are falling, who can put them back? '
    Now words have fallen from the hands of Poet Sandra, who has put them back under the title 'Silence is broken.'
    What is impossible in her own words, she has made it possible. Well done.
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  • john tiong chunghoo (4/15/2006 2:25:00 AM)


    sandra great poet. endless string of thought provoking gems i could wear them round my neck. sleeping with your poem in mind. (Report) Reply

  • (4/14/2006 7:25:00 PM)


    I love it when your Silence Is Broken with a new poem to poemhunter. Your meaning is condensed in the form of raindrops that aid landscapes in drawing their sorrow on glass. As for the song which cannot be mended with a touch, it is what reminds me of the poems of Leonard Cohen creating a beautiful association between two brilliant poets. Susie xxx. (Report) Reply

  • (4/14/2006 7:01:00 PM)


    An elegy of a broken-heart and I see a hidden painting; a lass with a cane basket
    she collects the scattered dew drops.An Extraordinary painting Sandra.
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  • (4/14/2006 6:31:00 PM)


    The poet is an abandoned child looking for love. You have written a poem of tender sorrow, you are the poet! ! (Report) Reply

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