Thursday, January 26, 2006

Bells Of Dusk Comments

Rating: 5.0

Your hand grows gnarled.
It makes a fretwork shadow on my face.
The judgment of the mood is Biblical.
I hear you counting red leaves as they fall.
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Sandra Fowler
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Dr Dillip K Swain 24 October 2022

A wonderful poem Sandra. You have beautifully presented things that are predestined and scheduled.5 stars for this thoughtful write Sandra dear.

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Sally Plumb Plumb 18 September 2009

I can hear church bells where I live. They're not so picturesque as yours.

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premji premji 08 June 2009

the last line clears 'why sea is so salty'

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Cindy Kreiner Sera 01 June 2009

The contents of this write stupendous, scaling the heights of your imagination Sandra from beginning to end - Bravo.

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nomad omnia 20 March 2009

Amazing Sandra, I can smell the dampness of dusk and feel the sunset in my eyes. I love it. N

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Bill Grace 30 September 2007

And for me the last two lines are simply electricity. Bill Grace

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Bill Grace 30 September 2007

Talk about a poet who gives us a reframe of the world. I find lines 5,6, & 7 of particular power, if not liberation. Bill Grace

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Alison Cassidy 18 September 2007

Reverence is the word that comes to mind after reading this wonderful poem. Bells of Dust - for whom the Bell Tolls - images of majesty with an unpretentious touch. Sandra, this piece is thoroughly satisfying - like a perfectly cooked meal. Your work continues to surprise and delight. love, Allie xxxx

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Jim Foulk 21 January 2007

jRobert Frost knew how to write outdoor and nature poems very well. Well you my lady do a very fine job of doing it also. you are a very fine poet, keep 'em coming.

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R H 07 January 2007

Beautiful imagery abounds - I love the image of 'The heavy candlelabra of gray trees' - it's so evocative. You create such a presence with your words Sandra. Simply lovely. Justine

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Duncan Wyllie 05 January 2007

There is just so much about this piece to like, the emotion pours onto the page Far greater than fine wine, and you show the ability to lift a soul even when the mood Be melancholy Amazing piece Love duncan X

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Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr 26 December 2006

Sandra>>>A bountiful display of image and stanzaec mellifluousity...Fine crafting F.J.R.

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Melvina Germain 28 November 2006

This poem will remain with me for quite some time to come, the imagry as usual is smashing, the content is awesome, you are a true poet. Absolutely brilliant work. Thankyou--Melvina--

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Ben Paynter 20 November 2006

i love this poem, and all your others that relate love and so many emotions to nature, i cant stop reading your work. ben

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Joe Howell 11 November 2006

Being born and raisedin the hills of Eastern Tennessee, I think gives me more insight of your thoughts. Or it might just be me. A truely wonderful work. Joe

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Mary Naylor 21 July 2006

What a fantastic poem. The imagery is stunning! It is a very complex, dramatic piece. I especially savored the second to the last stanza.

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Will Barber 25 May 2006

I am grateful for this poem. I'd read it before, perhaps. But the gnarled hand - this time - was a greater benison. It was truly a gift, for me. The form, the content, the images - the flow of time. I truly needed this gift. Bless you. I'd never unravel the compexity, even if forced to do so by a Graduate Student, grading Term Papers. But - sigh - it would be a lovely thing to try. Thank you for posting this. I'll have sweeter dreams, I'm sure.

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Sonny Rainshine 19 May 2006

Fine, fine poem. The meter in the line 'The woodsmoke of the dusk is indigo' is perfection.

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Leigh A. Hill 17 May 2006

wow what an amazing poem, i am so adding it to my favorites list and giving it a 10. love always starr

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Brian Chang 11 May 2006

Surely, one of the best poems I've read. All I can say is praise for it.

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