Compelling Light Comments

Stunning, rich with bittersweet emotion. Art. xx jim

you do know how to write great poetry and this is another great one, really liked this one.

This is masterful penning Sandra - you share your feelings of loss with great economy and wrap them lovingly in the colours of the seasons. The texture of the piece is as sparce as the music of Erik Satie. So too is its emotional clarity. love, Allie xxxx

Not only compelling, but a sheer de light to Sandra

Astounding beauty. Perfection of language and imagery. Excuse my while I catch my breath.

your words flow eloquently with deep meaning of a love or friendship lost, that is what I read in these lines, , whether I am wrong or right your words flow from a beautiful soul and poet, , , blessings...Cecil

How lovely is this! Beautiful words from the heart. Best... CJ

Compelling Light what a beautiful tital to a fantantisic poem, That first line is so compelling on its own and Red leaves burning like sunset on tin roofs. It reminds me of my nextdoor neighbours Virgina Creeper taht grows all up her wall, Great poem Sandra I loved every word Cheers Sylviex

It is all said... I add only that the power to instil strong emotion in your reader in so few words is rare indeed. t x

The image of 'shadow thumbprints' is haunting - your use of color, and even odor and touch in this poem is a path to an indefinable feeling: loss, yet - something gained, precious memory and faith that no love is in vain. - Will

a great beautiful piece of poetry, loved this one.

I've never cared so much about anything in my life - always starting what i cannot finish.. but i've read this over a numerable amount of times and to someone who's aching, it's soothing. love, sjg

Great imagery Sandra like all your poems, well done, I can see and feel warmth here. Lisa

loved this one sandra, very moving and touching.

So sad and so beautiful, Sandra. I love your deeply touching images of parting and reminiscence.

I left you in a season of woodfires, perhaps a season that never ends until coffins greet resurrection. Your poems are all dleicately beautiful, I want to be jealous of you but love forbids it. Uriah

Something ends. It burns. Fallen leaves are seen in the dusk. Warm memories will preserve it. Winter will not touch it. The sun sets on the west but these memories will remain gold. May gold keep flowing, Sandra.

Deliciously rich language, an evocative and compelling write Sandra. Love the similes in particular. Warmest wishes, Justine.

Awesome imagery Sandra! ...reminds me of a time I watched the float planes flying over the burning trees and dropping their load of water, thankfully extinquishing the flames.......................All the best, Diane

A frostesque gem, young lady! Such magnificient employment of imagery... A compendious work, indeed! ~ F.j.R. ~