A Summer Song Comments

[MMMMMM]… Mellifluous… Mellifluent… Mellisonant… Melodious… Metaphor…Ma’am Ms. Nivedita UK

Dear Sandra, I loved reading this poem! We are now facing the Delhi summer! The most trying months will be june & july due to humidity! Delhi normally does not get enough rains, because people cut the trees! I saw your face for the first time on 'Bologi.com' poetry section! An authentic beauty of a face painted by time, and those eyes showering loving grace! WITH BEST WISHES, - Raj

There is so much in this poem...and not a bit of it predictable. Amazing. N

another elegant write from one of the best poet here in PH.And your writes are worth visiting and reading.Glad i found you and your lovely and caring words. Hugs, Meggie

Wind blows the candle of our landscape out. It takes us, Friend, where all old raindrops go ................................................................... Brilliant minor...Sandra... 10................................ Rindest regards, rsira

Sandra, You are always worth reading. In this poem you fulfill the words of the German theologian Helmut Thielicke (sp?) : 'The poets have become the pastors of our time.' Additional blessings to your day whenever you get to reading this. Bill Grace

Once again- beautiful feelings described in even more beautiful words. Your imagery so delicate - is aptly captured by a Pakistani Poet in the line: 'settles upon the mind with the nicety of a dragonfly' Take care

Another marvelous little treasure from you Sandra, well penned as usual. --Melvina--

Skillfully written by a fine lady..All the very best X Love duncan X

The lines capture the mood. The old rain drops are reborn...

Fragile and beautiful words about the fragility of life itself - very moving, Sandra. Rain in summer may oft be a blessing, leading to more blossoms. - Will

A masterpiece of metaphor as unpredictable and mesmerizing as the effect of oil on water. You capture both sadness and joy in this lyrical aria to life. Your final couplet sings. love, Alison xxxx

nature ha so many wonderful and beautiful sounds i only we stop and listen, , , your words show the pleasantness and pain we may feel when the skys are gray and the rain falls, , , , , sometimes it is a beautiful thing and others, , sadness rains down or loneliness perspires fom the sky, , , , a pleasure always, , , , blessings...Cecil

Your elegant will not be lost, and the line about where all raindrops go for some reason make me think of Jesus telling Peter, when you were you you went where you wanted to go, but one day you will be taken where you don't want to go. God Bless always my poet friend, Uriah

Another delicately melancholy piece of very musical writing, Sandra.

Nothing in Sandra's poetry remains unanimated. Each of her recurrent words is an infinite painting in itself. Grand work. Susie xx.

Again the West Virginian cuckoo sings the bygone summer song of the dark side of life it seems?

Death be no more than the Genisis of forever....We need rain to survive as mortal beings...We need Death to allow us to be souls immortally...I like this analogy of yours & your expression of it, Sandra...Very sobering, yet exhilirating as well... FjR

Friend, where all old raindrops go? Little drops of water make the mighty ocean. So the raindrops ultimately go and form the ocean. This my answer to your question, Sandra.

Great poem. I especially like the build up to the last two lines. Death is the great leveler that comes to us all.