Monday, October 2, 2006

A Thread Of Being Comments

Rating: 3.5

How well you speak the language of the rain.
Your mood plays back to me on dusk's blue horn.
Light is unstable as a candleflame,
A thread of being subject to the wind.
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Sandra Fowler
COMMENTS
Maria C. Pires Costa 06 February 2010

As we breathe, we really feel the warmth of your lines. And this 'Thread of Being' is a lovely musical piece, Sandra. Thank you so much.

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Raj Nandy 07 November 2009

LET THIS POEM OUTLIVE LIFE'S FLICKERING FLAME, BLAZING LIKE THE SUN'S UNDYING FLAME! 10 + -Raj

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Cindy Kreiner Sera 10 June 2009

A gentle landscape as only you can paint Sandra - perfection in chosing the right words each time. Captivating

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Sonya Florentino 04 April 2009

How beautiful your capture of the fragility and the impermanence “unstable as a candle flame…subject to the wind”.... “at the nadir of the failing sun”....

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premji premji 07 November 2008

simply i am in love with your beautiful lines

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Bill Grace 20 September 2007

Line 6 I think is the power line in this poem. Bleswsings, Bill Grace

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Leonard Daranjo 26 July 2007

I tried to pick ou the best line but one is as good as the other. What do we say when confronted with such artistry. I know only one way whicn, I think, is the most appropriate and eloquent: SILENCE. I therefore offer up my silence to this enthralling piece of communication. Take care

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Julia Klimenova 20 July 2007

You are a true impressionist! I'm captivated by your mind's landscape.

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Malini Kadir 30 April 2007

your depth...your gentleness... a poetry words autumn wise.... A dusk's blue horn playing...... Leaving impressions ..... visible foot prints on sands of time .......................a new era's dawn! Malini kadir

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Jim Foulk 11 April 2007

the thoughts that come from your mind and heart is a fine thing, and what you see through your eyes did this poem justice.

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jim hogg 28 January 2007

Structure, imagery and message all of the highest order, woven through with the perceptions of wise age.

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Alison Cassidy 14 January 2007

Your poem is an holistic feast of images sounds, smells and the softest touch, enriched with a spiritual core 'thread of being' and 'a shadow of more worth than breath'. Love the use of iambic pentameter without the usual rhyme. I might even have a go myself... Fondly, Allie xxxx

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Melvina Germain 02 January 2007

A truly beautiful piece of art, wonderful imagry penned here.-Melvina-

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Max Reif 29 December 2006

As everyone, I see, has been saying, you have a subtle and refined, musical mind. I think it was just an oversight that I'd missed your poems, and, as I go through the Comments about my own, sending a New Year''s Greeting and poem to each one, I wanted to be sure I hadn't missed reading anyone's work. I'll be back to read more of yours, Max

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Cecil Hickman 15 October 2006

beautiful and very very descriptive with such glorious flow in your poetry, , , , blessings to you and yours...Cecil

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Catastrophe King 15 October 2006

An imagery worth for the treasure... you have truly painted an amazing picture with words! This is a very touching piece, Sandra! ! !

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Jolanta Gradowicz 11 October 2006

It's wonderful, Sandra. It's really amazing. The mood here fits perfectly the current autumn days. Best wishes. Jolanta

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Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr 10 October 2006

Awestriking Imagework, my dear..I like this piece a lot, Sandra....I keep missing ya', cuz my business has become quite time consuming, & my creative outlet continues to diminish(PH) ....Nice Write'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FJR

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Will Barber 09 October 2006

A truly elegant and profound work, Sandra. You have a great gift of expressing complex feelings through concrete images. The last line simply overwhelms the reader. - - Will

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Gregory Gunn 08 October 2006

The first two lines are suggestive of sadness and despair, the next two of the fragility of life. The nadir of the failing sun; autumn days and the narrator's time growing senescent. The dying leaves and smoke symbolising impermanence, and the final line's eerieness sustain that mortality, but an unlying spirituality pervades. And yet another example of iambic pentameter only in non-rhymed fashion. Another glorious effort, Sandra. GWG

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