Wind Harp Poem by Sandra Fowler

'Wind plays its harp. Life is a Psalm compelling, bittersweet. Time holds us only by a whisper here. Old glamour is as western as the sun'. Thats beautiful write with your poetic harp. Well penned. Enjoyed reading it 10+

Your gift allows you to produce moods with words, painting's for us all to reflect on for long time to come. Alisons words are so true. Warm Regards Bob

The utter sweetness of the last lines resonates long after the poem is read.

This poem really demonstrates your mastery of poetry and exceptional perception. You saw and heard the poetry of nature and appreciated the beauty of nature's images and sounds, and a truly beautiful poem was born. This poem was music to my soul. Thank you for sharing.

You share here that 'compassion' the mystics describe (often so much less eloquently than you) in this duet of sound and sight. 'Wind Harp' combines the wisdom of Rumi, the soft brush of Monet and the easy phrasing of Franz Schubert. 'Soul music' indeed. Love, Alison ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

The muse of life with soul music. Nice work.

Beatiful poem so beautifully constructed. I loved it. Thank you so much for sharing.

Beautifully lyrical. You brought the cool refreshing November air to me on this August morning.

Sandra Fowler's poetry embroiders silken silvery images of autumn's romance on the canvas of the sunset soul. CP

How gently you take your readers in a world that is otherworldly; make them feel the impalpable and see the imperceptible. Alison is right, these are the sublime emotions experienced by our Indian mystics which are expressed 'often so much less eloquently expressed than you'. This is the language of the universe, the language of the soul which, if listened to more attentively by everyone, will erase all barriers of religion, race and colour. Once again, one of the most eloquent, expressive, compassionate pens has scribbled its way across the page. I doff my hat in reverential silence. Leonard