Sandra Fowler

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

Spare Sound - Poem by Sandra Fowler

Rain plays piano notes against the skin.
Light lets only a little solace in.
Is it enough that eloquence has been?

Dissonance is a moment's rusty tears.
The air is leaf thick with dusk's atmosphere.
Spare sound by defination is severe.

Like gray birds, shadows have life flighted day,
Leaving nothing but emptiness to play
That song by which we both are blown away.

Previously published, 'The World Poets Quarterly', China

Comments about Spare Sound by Sandra Fowler

  • (8/18/2009 7:28:00 PM)

    a song in a minor key can fill the silence but not for long.... (Report) Reply

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  • premji premji (5/15/2009 12:11:00 AM)

    i like to walk in know why none can differentiate my tears: charlie chaplin told. this poem reminded me the above line...... (Report) Reply

  • Palas Kumar Ray (3/23/2009 6:26:00 AM)

    ''Like gray birds, shadows have life flighted day,
    Leaving nothing but emptiness to play
    That song by which we both are blown away.''
    As ususual your lovely delicate words takes my mind away to an unknown destination.
    I assume yours alone is poetry.
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  • (11/18/2007 3:09:00 AM)

    I've often thought that your poems are best read by the emotions and the visions that rise up
    and are experienced by the mind's eye. The third stanza especially lingers in the mind.
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  • (9/25/2007 1:01:00 PM)

    It blows me away, Sandra. Susie xx (Report) Reply

  • Melvina Germain (9/20/2007 12:27:00 PM)

    A scene of beauty capture these most eloquent words. Thankyou for such a lovely write Sandra.--Melvina-- (Report) Reply

  • Colin J... (9/13/2007 5:39:00 AM)

    Beautiful, eloquent poem.
    Colin J...
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  • (9/12/2007 3:23:00 AM)

    I love the first line,'s beautiful..i love it! greatly penned by a great poet.Top marks!
    love and hugs,
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  • (9/12/2007 3:15:00 AM)

    Truely beautiful thankyou for sharing 10 Chris x (Report) Reply

  • (9/9/2007 8:41:00 AM)

    First line is truly world if not historical class. WAG (Report) Reply

  • (9/9/2007 8:38:00 AM)

    Typo perhaps in line 6 'definition' am only as helpful as The Oxford American when it comes to spelling Bill Grace (Report) Reply

  • (9/9/2007 8:31:00 AM)

    I find it delicate and beautiful. WAG (Report) Reply

  • (9/5/2007 11:19:00 PM)

    The contrast between the physical 'notes' and transcendent music is very fine, Sandra. The Life-Flights of the birds is an enduring, and haunting image. These few tercets blend images of mortality and immortality - all mortal things are evanescent, but the music continues. (Report) Reply

  • (9/4/2007 10:51:00 AM)

    How beautifully penned (as ever) . Agreed, the first line in particular is truly memorable. t x (Report) Reply

  • (9/3/2007 1:59:00 PM)

    Emotion comes across intact, such a strong piece Sandra,
    Love duncan X
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  • (9/1/2007 9:30:00 PM)

    Like Frank, I love the oepning line, and oh how much I agree with spare sound being severe. My heart breaks at the end of every song. Thank you for this, and for all of your songs,
    Uriah Hamilton
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  • (9/1/2007 8:48:00 PM)

    How wonderful to see the word 'spare' in its original 'scanty or frugal' context (rather than as the more usual 'surplus to requirement') and what a powerful way to express sound - spare. You share a sad, sweet melancholy with your usual aural and visual ingenuity in this excellent poem. Touching, but never sentimental. love, Allie xxxx (Report) Reply

  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (9/1/2007 6:13:00 PM)

    Metaphorically speaking...your command of such pictorial simile, is quite stunning, as is your work in general...'''Rain plays piano notes against the skin''' doesen't get much better than this young lady!

    ~ ~ ~
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  • (9/1/2007 11:32:00 AM)

    Sandra this is an extraordinary piece and you know the rare sound of emptiness well. (Report) Reply

  • (9/1/2007 10:56:00 AM)

    Sense impressions, emotional dissonance, emptiness, coming out of the figures and moving to the reader. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 1, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, April 4, 2011

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