Sandra Fowler

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  • Barbara Huck (1/16/2017 11:22:00 PM)

    THIS LADY TAUGHT ME MORE ABOUT THE WORD OF GOD THAN ANY OTHER PERSON. SHE WAS AN AMAZING WOMAN. MAY SHE REST IN PEACE WITH HER LORD.

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  • Bob Blackwell (10/6/2014 9:22:00 AM)

    Sandra was one of the finest poets on this site or anywhere. Her passing is a huge loss to Poemhunter and all the poets who loved her work.

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  • Sean North (9/24/2012 9:27:00 AM)

    Dear Sandra (sAnta) :) .. u havE mOveD me wiTh nOt Only your Words but oF ur Time and KindnEss...ur the best with a PiEce of paper and a..gueSs u CouLd Use a Quil A BrUsH a pen blunt pencil CHaLk A foUntain Pen cRayons heck BeRRieS...AnD get The thIng Said.hands down....words im not to good at so...least not these kind.. bUt i KnoW yOu know what THAT meAns...moSt sinCerly...and the KidDinG AsidE..Peace

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  • Nimal Dunuhinga (3/22/2012 10:43:00 AM)

    Nightingale is a nocturnal bird, but Sandra sings all the time with her rich vocabulary in the nature....................her poems like paintings without any brush marks.Instead of the canvas she choose everybody's soul.
    No way to contact her nowadays whether she's still sick or not?
    sincere student,
    nimal

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  • Bill Grace (10/17/2009 12:47:00 AM)

    Sandra represents a special grace within the life of the Poemhunter.com community. Bill Grace

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  • Jasper Pane (7/27/2009 5:36:00 PM)

    Within the subtex of you words there is regret...
    love and hope.
    Truly, you are a fine writer.

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  • Wiskey Pete (7/23/2009 7:43:00 PM)

    Somehow the goodness within you shines through
    your work. You are a quality human being and
    I so injoy reading your work.

    It seems when I have spent some time
    with you, I always leave with a peaceful
    and contented feeling.

    I do not write myself, however I spend a good
    deal of quality time searching for poets like
    yourself.

    Good health, God Bless.

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  • Alison Cassidy (7/5/2009 4:56:00 AM)

    Sandra has described herself as a sunset soul with a preference for autumn and winter. And this assessment doesn't surprise me. Many of her poems are written in what I would call a minor key and there is often a feeling of regret lingering between the lines. She uses the word gray and describes seasonal images viewed through windowpanes. I visualize her sitting in a cosy study lined with books. A gracious lady with a great love of words and a humility which is unusual in one whose work is so highly accomplished. I am regularly astonished by the originality of Sandra's images and when I read some of her comments on other people's work, I find myself saying: 'I wish I'd said that'. I am honored to have Sandra as my friend on PoemHunter and look forward to reading
    the her latest offering, always. Love, Alison ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

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  • Vaibhav Pandey (1/27/2009 3:05:00 PM)

    One of the best poet in this site.

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Best Poem of Sandra Fowler

Paper Birds

Our minds have become intimate with words.
We fly together like two paper birds.
Small creeks, big rivers and the mighty sea,
Sustains the lyrics of calligraphy.

My friend, the lamp of sunset lights the grass.
Leaves paint old panes with poems of stained glass.
Deft fingers pluck the lyre-strings of the heart.
Emotion is as beautiful as art.

Read the full of Paper Birds

Sun's Last Grace

Your hands smell of wood shavings, sun's last grace.
That tawny essence fills all empty space.
I scarcely hear you talk of southbound birds.
Time has gone far beyond the mood of words.

The magic of the moment turns the landscape round.
That carousel defies all music to be found.
Only the wicked shadows carry us away
Into the insignificance of yesterday.