(1) Echoes Comments

Your poetry sparkles in all dimensions! Great expression Sandra dear. Appreciated this wonderful poem.

A wonderful blend of nature and nostalgia echo throughout taking the reader on a journey through a sequence of visuals where memories are recalled with such clarity. I particularly like the line 'birds pieced from the grey quilt of the dusk'...one to savour and re read.

You never heard it, but I hear it still.............. i never forget it, but i hear it for ever.................

Wonderful …’… I held your face like summer in my hands….’ It’s you held warmth of bosom…well poemed… 10+ Ms. Nivedita UK

usually sounds echoes... but visuals echoes unusually.....like minded people can listen to your heart...so poetic and deep love...........

ma'm...what a wonderful poem...you really capture mind and soul of a reader through your gems...like this one....10

Can you capture a dropp of eternity? I feel you have in this poem. 'I held your face like summer in my hands.' I'm glad I didn't miss reading that sentence.

I loved it bcoz created imagery have touched my heart and your style is beautifull..........10

A very beautifully crafted piece of work

Sandra, P is for poet. O is for of. E is for exceptional. T is for talent. When you see POET in your comments you know I have visited. I always enjoy your work and am thrilled to have discovered you. Bill Grace

The uniqueness of this poem lies in its ability to transcend the very feelings of grief and loss that constitute its raison d’être. In spite of the birds’ song of the “mighty wholeness that is ever lost”, the tune of the lost beloved is incessantly played by the wind “through simple blades of grass”. The continuity of the tune, through the echoes, endows the lost one with a new life, emphasizing the fact that such loss, though painful, can never be ultimate.

You paint such large pictures with very few words and weave them into a mosaic magnificently. Magnifico!

My favourite lines Sandra, 'Wind played your tune through simple blades of grass. You never heard it, but I hear it still'. Dont we just love to get carried away by the drift of the wind. Bravo.Lisa

There's nothing more to say, except this is another one of your materpieces. Thankyou for the beauty.---Melvina

The whispering of grass is very painful and sharper than it's edges. The songs of flowers and praising smoke echoes forever. The fragrance of your rare & rich vocabulary is everlasting............!

Dear Sandra, I was completely captivated by your words. This is a wonderful poem and I am so glad that I stopped by and read it :) -john

Dear Sandra This poem was done from such a deep part of you and it is so great, These words are so fine: 'Wind played your tune through simple blades of grass. You never heard it, but I hear it still.' This was certainly worth the reading, Love Duncan

These are senses sharpened by love, and a dream of unity, never attained. Not a word wasted.

dear sandra, your poems are all so well juxtaposed (oh my god! is that the correct spelling) i wish i could have that skill.

You capture the beauty and longing that eventually fills every heart.