Sunday, June 29, 2008

(1) Blue Windows-For Rajaram Ramachandran Comments

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I think you frail blue windows of my thoughts,
Each pane a poem intricately wrought.
Via my faith, they reach your distant sill.
The music of two souls is never still.
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Sandra Fowler
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Marieta Maglas 22 June 2012

Beautiful poem, Sandra, thank you for sharing

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premji premji 15 January 2010

dear sandraji only you can write this poem.......... The music of two souls is never still.... what a line.......................................................

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Raj Nandy 31 December 2009

SANDRA, You have paid a deserving tribute to Rajaram ji, through this poem! He has devoted a life-time's work informing us about great sages & saints of India and educating us about Hindu Philosophy! Thanks! -Raj

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Patrick A. Martin 16 November 2009

Through the mist of an oncoming twilight I think of you as you sit an write such wonderous verse.--10

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premji premji 21 October 2009

dear sandraji The music of two souls is never still.... what a line it is! ........ sure, music and soul...they are inseparable... a great poem to our GRAND SIRE... thanks...

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Samanyan Lakshminarayanan 20 October 2009

wonderful poem mam...the warmth of your words can travel any distance...two of my favourite poets...got to this poem really late...10

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Nalini Hebbar 08 October 2009

beautifully written...yes...poems are a means of friendship...bonding across shores...great read...loved it

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Indira Babbellapati 27 September 2009

it's amazing how words knit worlds...

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Rajaram Ramachandran 24 August 2009

I am deeply indebted to Sandra Fowler for dedicating this poem to me. Birds of the same feather flock together is the saying. We both are in the poetry field and appreciate each other for our contributions to the poetry world. This bondage should continue not only in the present lives of ours but also in our many more lives yet to come.

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Naseer Ahmed Nasir 26 July 2009

In tune we sing together of twilight, The quatrains are universally bright. Warmth is immeasurable from shore to shore. Imagination, Friend, can do no more. Nothing can be more beautiful than these words of compliments, Sandra. You are a gifted soul and a poet of real aesthetics. Best Regards Naseer

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Ravi A 02 May 2009

The poem goes deep into my heart with its verses and nice feelings.

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Cindy Kreiner Sera 12 April 2009

'Blue windows of my thoughts' - how lovely these words....close this door and open another, in this instance it is moving from one poem to another - the waiting inbetween exciting, the end always rewarding, T

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Bob Blackwell 29 March 2009

Lovely chosen words make for yet another beautiful poem. Love Bob

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Sadiqullah Khan 24 January 2009

A lasting praise in beautiful words. Imaginations in play in blue windows.10

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Meggie Gultiano 17 January 2009

i love your words, Sandra. so lovingly dedicated to a friend written from a very caring heart.Every time i dropp by your home page, i know there is something good that i will be receiving again.thank you so much, too for that beautiful friendship you have with me, even if i am not as talented as you..Just the simple me.(he he) Love and hugs, Meggie

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Vinod Kumar 15 January 2009

good Blue Windows in the early morning, nice to read, thanks for sharing,10++

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Reshma Ramesh 28 October 2008

this is one of the best poems i have read so far....

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Ashraful Musaddeq 02 October 2008

Wonderful composition. 'blue windows of my thoughts' amazing!

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Alison Cassidy 02 October 2008

The frail blue windows of your opening line remind of me Laura's 'blue roses' in 'The Glass Menagerie'. In fact this fragile piece seems to mirror Williams at his finest. Another peep into the mind of one whose essence is poetry. love, Alison ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

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Ashraful Musaddeq 28 September 2008

Amazing composition,10+

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