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
From the opening line right on through, this poem is beautiful and amazing in its sad but gorgeous imagery, this poem will be a trusted friend for you and will always look out for you, I can only hope I have such a poem! Uriah
Your range of poetry is vast and so endearing for the reader, lovely words Love duncan X
Regret penned in flawlessly watercolor. I have no words... love, Alison xxxx
'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
Each line is so shockingly beautiful and original! And, in the background is the rhapsody of the rhythm and the music's flow. Isn't it true, great poetry is achieved when the poet's soul dances with the words?