Simplicity Poem by Sandra Fowler
Simplicity
Simplicity is like a sycamore,
Quite nude and living weather to the core.
Its terseness speaks to me of skeletons
So tissue paper frail against the sun.
I count the bare bones of emotion's dance.
The glory and the pity of the circumstance,
Lifts us to the apex of poverty,
Where there is nothing but a need to be.
Though sunset is a thread upon the hill,
And dying light severely tests the will,
Just that we matter is of so much worth,
We scarcely notice that it costs the earth
I like the sparseness of the sycamores. Yet, such richness. Something your poem shares with them. It's good that you end your poems with your points, lest they be buried in the richness of your words.
What a lovely poem! Delicious imagery wrapped around effortless rhyme. Robert
Splendid poem on simplicity Sandra. Loved it! ................Diane
dear sandraji you pull me back to the days of holocaust........ i hear the silent weeps.... broken bones................
You really are so much talented, gifted, that you quickly transform your 'Simplicity' into Grandiosity! Many God's blessings for you, dear Sandra.
You really are so much talented, gifted, that you quickly transform 'Simplicity' into grandiosity, dear Sandra! Many God's blessings for you!
Whenever I read your poem I feel very sound that is the best value of your poem. You know the technique of adding wonderful metaphors in your work with brilliantly. I love this poem and added my 10 to it.
sandraji, as ever you exclaim me........ simplicity...just with this one word, we can solve all the irregularities and in-equalities of the world...think of Gandhiji, the embodiment of simplicity..........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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sandra, i like these lines very much: count the bare bones of emotion's dance. The glory and the pity of the circumstance, yes, the world might come back against us.