Something So Fine Poem by Sandra Fowler
Something So Fine
You must not look at me in failing light.
The measure of the moment is too bright.
The cold, gold sunset hurts my eyes tonight.
I will not listen to those panes of gray.
Touch was so articulate that day
The smoke of ironweed warmed resolve away.
Your West Virginia face was poetry.
I loved the hollows of its symmetry
Too much to know it could not shelter me.
There was something so fine about that hill,
Your old house standing bravely up to chill,
While white wind heaped dead leaves upon the sill.
Close your gray eyes the meaning is too plain.
They sing me Wednesday like an old refrain,
But sun will not stand still for that again.
Dea Sandra, The fine lyrics. An unforgettable picture... 10... Tsira
I nearly missed this one. I'm sure glad I didn't. It is simply beautiful. Your friend Ron
This is amazing, my favourite from you so far Sandra WONDERFUL WORK Love duncan X
this poem is a great tribute to a sweet yet disturbing memory…worded wonderfully…^10^
Your West Virginia face was poetry. I loved the hollows of its symmetry Too much to know it could not shelter me. Particularly this, and all other stanzas, create a melancholic symphony by touching the (I do not know which) cords of the heart! A soft music that plays on and on even when one is done with the reading part.
An emotional write cloaked in sadness...beautifully written Sandra
the pain of letting go of something so fine, so beautiful... the anguish is searing....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/6/2025 2:25:41 AM # 1.0.0
Wistful sadness encapsulated here Sandra - - it is painfully beautiful - - thank you dear friend........... greetings from Fay....xx