(1) Afterthoughts Comments

You say we've never met in ordinary life, yet your words evoke friendship on the highest level - spiritual. Lovely poem. It somehow seems to connect poets from all over the world. What a great gift! Thank you for sharing with us. RoseAnn

this perfect poem touched me very deeply and has a granary of truth in it. take care, john

Dear Sandra, it is hard to express how your poems always warm my heart and bring hope and inspiration.Thanks for your poetry. With best wishes, Yelena.

A heartfelt eulogy - poignant, eloquent and sincere.

I wish you a long sunset, poet friend............ sweet memories haunting here...nostalgia writeen all ove this stanza...a long sunset is such a vibrant phrase....I loved this one.... I hope warmth travels safely without stamps...........I tuly believe in this magnetism..warmth doesnt reuire any stamp, it travels thru all media and reaches its destination (Donno if you have read my poem callled MAGNETS) Perhaps such verses will survive your west, Invoking dawn against a distant glass............... This verse is really a masterpiece and one can really dive deep in its meaning...milions of interpretations can be drawn here...really meaningful and nice... well done Sandra...your friend must have to be special...AS ALWAYS

A very beautiful poem wow great job

A beautiful dedication with just the right blend of sorrow. A lovely read.

I need never know who you wrote this about, but I do know you are both extordinary people. As always Paddy 10

I have read this for a second time, No doubt I shall read it again.

‘As always’ you are tall in warmth and elegance You sing sweet songs from a distant shore Handwritten notes might fly away in the wind Soul’s dialogues are imperishable imprints. Each passing phase of the sun and the moon Remind of the changing faces of the beauty, Old panes of the soul never get blurred, On them reflects the undying eternity. As always, your signature’s lingering scent Our souls will ever exchange in trance, We will from its sweet fragrance know Of the Spring bower your music flow. Your and my thoughts will entwine, As echo of the gong sound divine. Warm regards, CP

The introduction of somebody has been made evident through words so expressively that one feels the bondage at mental level even without a meeting. The title expresses one of the very true natures of mankind since the humanoid age that there is no end to thoughts even after the work has been done..........

An ode of 'threadbare elegance' in itself. A wonderfully written tribute to a poet muse x

Words will no longer come from but afterthoughts will linger on.............10/10. Regards Naseer

Silky and gorgeous poem.10.

some feelings... very deep in your heart Sandra...! smooth lines and expression! and what for that between lines! ! ! i can do nothing fellow! ! ! superb 10.. Ali

the warmth of letters is the thing what we never feel when checking electronic mails...there is nothing except mere information.....no need to meet..no need to see when souls are entwined, am i correct?

You grieve for the one who you never met physically, Your eloquence converts your lament into a dawn in the land of minarets. Death is “Long sunset”, and you look through the old panes of the of the soul at threadbare elegance, but the awareness of a dawn is always there.

Another beautiful write.. The loss of someone who has touched our lives.. whether in person or by word can be difficult.. I lost a fellow poet 2 yrs ago whom I never met face to face.. but the loss I felt and still feel was devasting.. My warmest regards.. Wendy

standing ovation! ! !

For me the line 'I hope warmth travels safely without stamps' expresses best your love of a long gone poet. Could that be Rumi? This poem I will take with me. Bob