The sun's white tune is breaking windowpanes,
As if we never danced to last night's rains.
Your cold look cuts my coming at the knees.
Emptiness is as giant as elm trees.
You do not want this leaf I dipped in dusk.
Light is exposing pity to the husk.
Blue is too frail to interest you, my friend.
Boat of my soul, I give it to the wind.
From my book, 'Ever Sunset', Skylark Publications, India
Blue and yellow fascinate me, Sandra, and so does your poetry. Love, susie xxxxxx
The richness of mood and meaning moves me so deeply, Sandra, I can't tell you. Thank you. Love, Esther
Such a very beautiful write Sandra, i can never pen like this..You are worthy of all praises from us..A great writer and a great kind soul to be loved by us..This is a top marks indeed! i just love this.. hugs, Meggie
Sometimes the sunlight can free one from the realm of dusk and rain, giving one the courage to commit the soul's journey to the winds of change. Faith, after all, supports such willingness. I found this poem very moving and very complex, Sandra. - Will
'Emptiness is as giant as elm trees' and 'Boat of my soul, I give it to the wind'. These two lines speak volumes about White Tune. CP
Young lady, you posses the most unique ability to pen a tight, and succinct poem...yet deliver it with movement & imagework that satisfies the components of a much longer, epic-style work.Compendiousity is a rare skill & difficult skill to master, Sandra...BUT with that said, i hereby dub you: '''Master/Masteress(Mistress, somehow, just doesen't seem to fly here) Of Compendiousity'''! Excellent work, as always, lass. ~ FjcR ~
I very much sense the melody of nature in this, our movement to its tune.
i luxuriate in the paens of your words. keep on sandra..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i am trapped in the paens of your words. keep on.