Friend, let us touch each other with warm words.
Deep in the thicket, hear the evening birds
Talk of old sunsets quite content to be,
No more than what the naked eye can see.
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to me you fit in with all those fantastic American female poets, including Emily Dickenson. you are a constant joy and comfort to read. friendly greetings, john
Hi Sandra - another masterpiece. Three quatrain stanzas with perfect iambic paentameter and a consistent a a b b rhyming pattern. There are young poets in PH looking for poems with a classic form - metre - rhyme and that have a beautiful rhythm when recited. I have no hessitation in directing them to SANDRA FOWLER! The subject of the poem WORDS is very apposite for a POET of your calibre because, despite all the constraints of form - metre - rhyme, you come up with perfect word every time. This drives the 'free versers' wild! In verse one you emphasise the importance of 'Warm Words' to cement a friendship. The comparison with 'birdspeak' is elegant. The mention of LETTERS, in stanza two, is nostalgic because in these days of the internet - email - telephone letter writing is a lost art. I just wish still had a copy of every letter I have ever written or recieved. The last verse is masterly it elegantly evokes the beauty of a FREIND LETTER - these are often more emotional than mere LOVE LETTERS. I cannot paraphrase verse three so I'll just quote it - sublime. To travel safely through prevailing space, Mking their statement with a kind of grace, That interlocks the music of the landscape, Within the magic of its own landscape. Thank you for another perfect poem - you are so so lovely. Love in Poetry - JOHN.
Very fluid and serene with effortless rhyme. Paints a graceful portrait of a peaceful place where we all would be content to be.
Very sentimental and vividly beautiful poem to me. I have a place in my heart for Appalachia, as I was born in Southwestern Virginia, near the Blue Ridge. I love your poem. I have one in my collection about my childhood in Va. called 'Dances of the Fireflies'. No words ring more true and clear than our sentiments about times and places that are near and dear to our hearts. Top Marks!
another lovely poem sandra, very well said. I can hear those birds, and see every thing that you have penned, now that is good writing for some one to do that.
Today I travelled through the verses of your poem to a place, a paradise I have never been before. Please take me again to another place, where only your words can be my vehicle. Really enjoyed reading this poem.
Dear Sandra, Appalachian Blue is a lovely penning rich in imagery, in melody and in rhythm. A ten without a doubt! Blessings, Debora
A SPLENDOR OF A VERSE, SANDRA...WARM WORDS, INDEED, ALONG WITH STRONG IMAGEWORK...A FINE PENNING FOR SURE'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FJR
Oh Sandra What lovely words, and yes, they reach us and intact of their beauty Love duncan X
Dear Sandra, I wish I wrote such a good poem. I wanted to write something like this, but I managed only to write my 'Thank You For Your Being'. I know that I'll never reach your level... You are a paragon to me. Best wishes.
Sandra, simply marvellous on several levels. There is a delicate sensitivity with a natural propensity to follow traditional, contemplative paths, as well as to cultivate the Muse after the manner of the Masters. I adored the pastoral charm and the edifying spirituality incorporated in 'Appalachian Blue'. There is however, one nitpick of sorts involving the 2nd stanza, line 2: in keeping with iambic pentameter of unaccented / accented syllables, the line simply is too long. Perhaps the omission of 'patched' or 'gladly' would serve to solve this anomaly? At any rate, it's entirely up to you, of course. Respectfully, Greg XXO
I think our letters fight their way through air....this hyperbolic expression makes this piece endearing dear Sandra!