Sandra Fowler

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

Weightless As Shavings - Poem by Sandra Fowler

The old man's hands had spared severity.
Time fell weightless as shavings on his knee.
He carved a little bird out of stove wood,
Fit it for story books as best he could.

Imagination made that sparrow soar,
Though vision from his neighborhood was poor,
He saw it paint its picture on a cloud
And clapped his hands to see a thing so proud.

He knew old bones would never make the air
Yet by his proxy he was always there,
Imperfect but certifiably,
All that a stove wood bird was meant to be.


Comments about Weightless As Shavings by Sandra Fowler

  • Cindy Kreiner Sera (5/12/2009 1:14:00 PM)


    I did not only visualize the scene but sat alongside the old man, felt his joy - saw the bird fly as did he...beautifully written (Report) Reply

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  • (2/27/2008 3:06:00 PM)


    My friend L&T said it best, as she always does.
    Beauty is something a poet must create in
    order to qualify. This poem is pure in it's Beauty.

    GW62
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  • (8/5/2007 5:47:00 AM)


    A truth of life so beautifully and gently potrayed.

    Take care
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  • Elysabeth Faslund (7/19/2007 12:47:00 PM)


    time fell weightless as shavings on his knee....WHAT an astute image! You have done many things with this poem, Sandra. He may not be able to fly as a bird, but his heart has, and always will. I was sitting with this man, watching him carving that little bird. You put me in the chair next to him. Great going! ! ! xxElysabeth (Report) Reply

  • (2/18/2007 2:56:00 PM)


    Through you I was not only able to see the old man in his world, but I felt I was able to reach
    out and touch his soul. The relationship between the carved wooden bird and the old
    man, was heart melting.
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  • (2/16/2007 7:13:00 AM)


    It's always a pleasure to bathe in the warmth of your words, Sandra. We all retain our flights of fancy, young and old :)
    Best wishes.
    jack.
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  • Tailor Bell (2/5/2007 12:49:00 AM)


    tremendously moving work, Sandra. your last line, serenely melancholy, seems to lie perfectly between acceptance of what we believe we are and hope for what imagination allows us to be. memorable work. -Tailor (Report) Reply

  • Melvina Germain (1/6/2007 12:30:00 PM)


    Oh this is just wonderful Sandra, you definitely brought the reader into this one. I felt calm while sitting watching the old man carve his beautiful bird. Lovely imagry Sandra, thankyou once again for sharing such beauty and producing such warm feelings.---Melvina--- (Report) Reply

  • Brian Dorn (12/27/2006 3:40:00 PM)


    Sandra, you've so eloquently carved a precious symbol of life's simple pleasures. Beautifully done! (Report) Reply

  • (12/1/2006 7:13:00 PM)


    I was touched by the title, before I even opened this one - and it didn't disappoint. Sandra, you have a special gift for transforming little glimpes of ordinary life and turning them into finely stitched creative tapestries. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx (Report) Reply

  • Patrick Ladbrooke (11/16/2006 2:02:00 AM)


    Wonderful picture and sentiment. It says to me that we all have our dreams, and something is able to take us there, whether it be carving, painting or poetry.

    Patrick
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  • (10/31/2006 10:39:00 AM)


    I see a simple soul lingers in the weightless sky as a shaving and forgets the mischievous time. (Report) Reply

  • (6/16/2006 8:32:00 AM)


    You have encapsulated the power of the imagination and the pleasure of the simple things in life so beautifully Sandra. (Report) Reply

  • (5/5/2006 6:20:00 PM)


    Yours poems only improve when I reread them. This is - well, just wonderful and original. (Report) Reply

  • john tiong chunghoo (1/5/2006 7:05:00 AM)


    hope comes alive with work. good work sandra. thanks or dropping by my house. (Report) Reply

  • (12/27/2005 9:25:00 PM)


    A beautiful poem that comes alive with hope. (Report) Reply

  • Ernestine Northover (12/27/2005 3:28:00 PM)


    That's beautiful Sandra, a very moving imaginative poem. Loved it. Love Ernestine XXX (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 27, 2005



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