My friend, I met you on an iron gray day.
Winter like smoke blew our landscape away.
Quick as a yellow finch, time seemed to be
Too fragile for its own capacity.
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Your poetry is always recognizable. The reader could never mistake it for anyone else's - and yet each poem has a distinctive quality that makes it unique. A colour perhaps, or a time of day. Two images in this poem have special significance for me: 'Quick as a yellow finch, time seemed to be Too fragile for its own capacity. 'Like poems when their power to rhyme is lost.' Again, you take the natural world and combine it impeccably with en emotional wistfulness and a pallet of singular colour. Enchanting poetry. love, Alison xxxx
Sandra, this poem packs plenty of power, both in rhyme and substance. Great write! Brian
You write little, to say much...I love this. Intrigued with the way you introduce windows/smoke/frost into your work...visual 'aces' Best wishes :) Jack.
This poem has a powerful starkness which sends shivers... Great! Patrick
Sandra, I am always amazed at the way you condense sheets and sheets of meaning, and weave multiple images, with perhaps one noun (poems) , an adjective (iron) , a verb (blew) and an adverb (fitly) . The image of the poems at the end of the poem is stunningly powerful. Susie.
I can but add my voice to the others who have already praised your work. Your poems have such vivid imagery. This one reminds me of the Ansel Adams photograph, 'Clearing Storm'. This is an excellent poem. Thank you for sharing it. Gary
Resoundingly beautiful, the first two lines I found particularly powerful, enviable imagery with a nicely controlled pace. Warm wishes, Justine.
It's sadly beautiful, Sandra. Yet this poem with all its frost warmed me on a cold spring day. Thank you for it. Julia
Dear Sandra Very powerful writing here, you have the poets gift of holding our gaze, Love duncan
Sandra! Hard to believe you comment on my pulled together poetry, (I find I need alot of work) ..Your poem, An Iron Gray Day, is wonderful, I believe it is one of the best I read yet by any one poet so far! My cat and I had an interesting weekend..hope yours fine too.
Thank you very much for your kind comment on my slight poem. I admired yours very much.
Sandra what a meloncollie poem such tenderness, beautifull words written by a brilliant poet. I just loved it cheers Sylvie
Your poems will never be lost, they say infinite prayers to the eternal muse! !
Winter or no winter, warm words spoken or written always work wonders. God gave this tongue not to abuse others, but praise Him and His creations. Your godly mind speaks such warm words thro' this poetic medium. As an admirer of nature, I find, your pen explores all the seasons to bring out a nice poem like this for each season. Go ahead with your adventure.
Like an iron-weed but very hard to see the tubular flowers in the mist; it's like two lost souls searching there whereabouts? Only an Iro-nist can do this scroll? . Splendid Sandra.
Thanks for to getting another oppertunity to read the great work, nothing else to say hats of to you, Best regards,10+++