Sandra Fowler

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

Sandra Fowler Poems

1. Filigree 11/3/2005
2. Diminishing 1/26/2006
3. I Look Through Broken Windows 5/20/2006
4. The Great Intangible 6/17/2006
5. Silence Is Broken 4/14/2006
6. To Be Continued.... 12/8/2005
7. I Hold You In The Lyric Of My Thoughts 4/16/2006
8. Summer With No Words 12/7/2005
9. I Think Light Breaks 11/17/2005
10. Killing Frost 5/20/2006
11. Compelling Light 4/2/2007
12. As I Count Your Days 3/30/2006
13. Paisley Patterns 3/23/2006
14. Redemption 12/6/2005
15. Queen Of The Meadow 7/20/2007
16. Evening Flight 5/9/2006
17. Appalachian Gray 4/2/2007
18. Spare Sound 9/1/2007
19. Primeval Of All Flame 2/23/2006
20. Color Cannot Survive 3/23/2006
21. Simplicity 12/21/2005
22. White Tune 10/14/2007
23. The Winning Of The Dusk 5/7/2007
24. An Enclave 3/12/2007
25. Weightless As Shavings 12/27/2005
26. The Journey Is A Picture 11/12/2005
27. The Sky Is Falling 5/9/2006
28. How Like A Candle 4/10/2006
29. Dissonance 7/19/2008
30. Old Pictures 1/30/2007
31. Pure Flight 10/2/2006
32. Warmth Is A Burden 4/28/2006
33. Night Vision 9/23/2007
34. Shadow Road 8/9/2007
35. The World Is Winter 12/8/2005
36. Sun's Last Grace 11/24/2005
37. An Iron Gray Day 4/28/2006
38. What Is Infinitesimal? 9/23/2007
39. You Played The Rain 3/20/2008
40. Old News 8/9/2007

Comments about Sandra Fowler

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


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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.

  • 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

  • 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,

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

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

  • 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.

  • 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

    Good health, God Bless.

  • 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 ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

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

    One of the best poet in this site.


    Paper her canvas, white
    Pen her brush, black
    Painters never paint
    She's painting

Best Poem of Sandra Fowler

(1) Before The Music Ends

Words paint a fragile picture of the dusk.
I think them to a poet far away.
The light shines dim upon my windowpane.
A few tears fall like blue rain in the mind.

Our time has been short listed by sunset,
No matter that the weather has its way,
The stresses live within their measurement,
And distance is a gift we give ourselves.

This moment is designed to be as spare
And elegant as winter's old, gnarled trees.
I trust you to translate my whispers, Friend
And send them back before the music ends.

Read the full of (1) Before The Music Ends

You Need Not Know

House corners sing a wind song to the blues.
The air randomly flows with shadow trees.
You come to me across the fading fields.
The passion in your tired face lights the dusk.

I want to tell you, though you bring no flower,
That I have all I wanted from the fall,
But you press your hand hard against my mouth.
The moment is too simple for much speech.

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