Bare Eyes Crack With Sorrow Comments

An excellent poem dear Sandra..... well penned

A woman and a man walk by together, Their shadows painted filigree on weather. Gazing steadfastly upward beyond dying, They memorize whatever birds are flying. Amazing picture!

i think tara said it all. thank you for being you and sharing.

I can almost see them. If the chuckle factor can be trusted a very wonderful poem. Bill Grace

Your title beckoned and I responded. Such a splendid opening line 'The bare eyes of old houses crack with sorrow'. You never fail to amaze, Sandra, with the originality of your metaphor. I guess it has something to do with the compassion that underpins all your work - not to mention your great literary skill. I can see your words. They sing to me. love, Allie xxxx

this picture is so vivid, i can see the old house, it reminds me of a house we used to live in a long time ago. nicely written.

This is stunning - so succinct yet says so much! Wonderful..... HG: -) xx

Hi Love -~- I love it! happy 1st of the year, Goldy locks

beautiful poem from beautiful woman thanx hugsssss

The first quality that impressed me about this poem was its powerful and dramatic flow of monologue, and the changing rythmic patterns of the flow of words. I especially felt the last line of the first stanza.

A big (10) from me Sandra, this is truly a beautiful poem, the imagry once again as in previous poems is absolutely fantastic, you have an excellent creative ability. There are some that just need to open their minds and let the true essence of this poem flow in. I know they would love every bit of this truly beautiful poem. thankyou once again for the beauty that comes from within.-Melvina-

dear sandra, there seems to be something clashing here. why should the old houses crack with sorrow since the sun will rise again tomorrow. the rising sun is alaways synonymous with triumph and happiness. otherwise like this poem though.

What wonderful imagery - the first line is so powerful. A vivid picture filled with emotion. Kind regards, Justine.

Birds fly but they never take our sorrow to the sky.Sun rise also a burden to a gloomy eye.What a sad poem Sandra.............I agree with Rajaram it's a portrait.

Sandra~ I agree with Mary, I'm not sure why there's such a low score on this one! This is a beautiful poem. The title alone caught my eye, 'Bare Eyes Crack With Sorrow', I just love it! :) I'm anxious to read more! ! !

The poem is just like seeing a portrait hanging on the wall. Bare eyes with sorrow, The morrow's raising sun, birds flying, man and woman walking-all go together to paint this picture. Short lines, but well said.

I don't know why the low score here.......this is wonderful Sandra. Sincerely, Mary

longing in the human heart a gaze beyond death the sky always open the sweet birds a symbol for us all in the end freedom for the soul