When stars fell cold
Like chunks of ice out of a fatal sky,
We memorized the hoar frost on gray roofs
And slanted thoughts to fit time's westward curve.
Air smelled of snow,
That holocaust that killed all whispers white.
I felt the poem that you never said.
Its candle lit the stanzas of my mind.
dear sandra, the poem has so many layers and i love the part about killing whisipers white...just love it, thanks for the poem. john
Impressive, with the stanzas you used here. It was kind of eerie, but it was great. EXCELLENT! ! !
My favorite lines were the first 2 and the last one, they were very moving. I liked how you used the idea of cold throughout the entire poem, it helped tie everything together.
Love your use of metaphor in this nostalgic poem about what might have been - and what will always remain in memory. The title is compelling - and shows us the poem never spoken. Masterful writing. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxx
sandra, you are a candle, both ends burning..... not caring death....just pouring light..... to cast away ignorance......
This is perfection of composition Sandra - and sets the mind all a-ponder with the gentle tunes of love known - - - I applaud you -- from Fay. xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful, chilling and warming, all at the same time. How do you do it Sandra? (teach me) ! Your poetry is amazing, just perfect! HG: -) xx