I hear the classic verse of your rebuke.
The music of a constant, static bird
Crackles the gray indifference of the sky.
A winter bleach of sunlight stings the eyes.
You bring me coffee in a heavy cup.
Warmth is a burden that no mind can bear.
The pattern of your gesture on the grass
Gives anger a dimension out of time.
My eyes record the image of that sound.
Morning is hammered into words of gold.
The moments slip like lost time down my cheeks.
You tilt my face to catch the amber drops.
Such overwhelming brightness lifts my lids.
No shadow lives against such vividness.
You win the landscape with your poetry.
I trust you to tell no one of its warmth.
Previously published: Ellipsis Magazine, Westminster College, Utah
Very powerful. I love the way you've combined personal (the subjective) feelings with landscape (the objective) near and distant. A true art.
To comment on a work which has already been judged outstanding...redundant. One thing...such spiralings! up, down, then up again. Utah got one, damned fine! ! poem! ! xxElysabeth
Wow, Sandra... you've 'hammered' out one great line after another! 'Words of gold, ' (to borrow a phrase from your poem) ... priceless, in fact! ! Brian
Your ability to tease feelings from closely woven words remains fascinating. I suspect there is more than a little bittersweet here, but your light always wins through in the end :) Best wishes. jack.
your words impart the warmth of poetry deep into my soul...........
The intimacy is so poignant…. some of your poems are so cinematic Sandra...
Astonishing imagery! Compact...........eloquent...........thoughtful indeed! 10+++
true...but a burden one loves to bear...'winning the landscape with poetry' is your usual trait, sandra 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'you tilt my face to catch the amber drops, '...........poignant indeed!