Sandra Fowler

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

Sandra Fowler Poems

41. I Count The Tiny Glitters 11/2/2007
42. Old News 8/9/2007
43. Before The Frost 10/24/2008
44. Dark Mountains 7/19/2006
45. Perfect Storm 3/20/2008
46. Something So Fine 11/20/2005
47. Bare Eyes Crack With Sorrow 11/12/2005
48. The Stanzas Of My Mind 12/11/2005
49. White Hobby Horses Do You Proud 1/6/2006
50. A Winter Christmas Card 12/11/2007
51. Bare Panes 9/10/2008
52. You Gave Me Autumn 11/2/2007
53. Inside My Bones I Carry Words Of You 8/3/2006
54. Old Feelings 3/13/2006
55. Deft Fingers 8/25/2008
56. Appalachian Blue 9/17/2006
57. Autumn Is A State Of Mind 6/17/2006
58. Lost 7/2/2007
59. Last Light 5/7/2007
60. A Winter Day 10/21/2006
61. Ever Sunset 6/5/2006
62. All Mortal Flight 1/22/2008
63. Bells Of Dusk 1/26/2006
64. Forever Is Today 3/30/2006
65. A Summer Song 7/2/2007
66. Almost Home 2/13/2006
67. (1) Beyond Eden 6/7/2010
68. Cloud Moods 11/3/2005
69. There Is A God 11/17/2005
70. (1) Echoes 1/6/2006
71. Forever In The Dusk 6/17/2006
72. Autumn Bound 11/9/2005
73. Novemberness 9/30/2009
74. A Thread Of Being 10/2/2006
75. Beyond The Barrier 12/12/2005
76. A Taste Of Going 8/16/2006
77. Dream Music 8/5/2008
78. You Need Not Know 11/14/2005
79. A Scent Of Gray 2/12/2008
80. A Whisper Of Sunshine 7/19/2006

Comments about Sandra Fowler

  • Palas Kumar Ray Palas Kumar Ray (8/9/2008 11:42:00 AM)

    You are a poet of unfathomable depth.You write less and draw more in your poems.They become so colourful and vivid.Your remarks on our poems are
    not only encouraging but bears your love and blessings.Wish you keep well
    and keep writing for many many more years to come and encourage new writers
    with your poetic bliss.

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  • James B. Earley (5/15/2008 7:55:00 AM)

    A talented writer of depth, and sophistication!

  • john tiong chunghoo john tiong chunghoo (3/9/2008 10:27:00 AM)

    Sandra Fowler is an extraordinary poet with a very unique style to draw you into her verses. you feel a part of nature that speaks to your innermost self. after the 10 or 12 poems you read of hers, i guarantee you you will be back to her for more. her poems are addictive because it calms your whole soul in this stressed up world. go and discover the great poetess.

  • Raveendran . (9/21/2007 3:02:00 AM)

    Her poetic genius is ever fresh, always capable of conveying vitality to her readers.

  • Tara very irritated with PH injustice (8/28/2007 10:32:00 AM)

    Simply, one of the finest poets on Poemhunter. Like a breath of fresh air - and a thought-provoking, relaxing, rejuvenating, eloquent one. All agree that Sandra has, and is, a serious talent. t x

  • Cody Simpson (8/19/2007 3:52:00 PM)

    You are one of the best non-classical poets on here, bar none. You remind quite a lot of Eliot and Dickinson. Keep writing, and check out my work if you have the time.

  • Uriah Hamilton (2/4/2007 6:05:00 PM)

    I very much admire and appreciate the very beautiful poetry of Sandra Fowler. Thanks for sharing your gift and Happy Birthday! !

  • Robert Howard (11/24/2006 8:31:00 AM)

    Sandra's enchanting poems draw the reader into a world of grace, beauty and intimacy. Such a world is a wonderful place to visit or dwell.

  • Charles Garcia (8/21/2006 4:52:00 PM)

    Sandra: Your comment on my Mariner come home, was appreciated, as I am facinated with the old Navy. Being Navy myself,
    It was interesting that you mention
    Kate Copin, as I never heard of her, so pulled her out and amazing how I felt like her, so I took a quote from her inserted in my poem, a perfect fit.Thanks again as
    you input means so much to me.

    The Poem was inspired by reading Colerridge's Mariner.

    Charles Garcia

  • Will Barber (7/10/2006 2:23:00 AM)

    Ye who have ears to hear,
    Let them hear.

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


Frail April snow, the blue smoke of old moods,
And filigree of nailprints on the mind,
A shadow paints the windowpane of dreams,
That young God-Man who gave Himself for spring.

Previously published in my book, 'The Colors Cry In Rain'.
Apollo Books, Inc.

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