Dissonance Comments

You say so much in so few words. The ability to do that is a rare thing, I often ramble on when I should just stop, but you have mastered the art so perfectly. I love the geese sounding their dissonance. They are a mighty sight flying off to warmer climes. Wonderful poetry, always here, Sandra. HG: -) xx

You share the pain of love with eloquence and artistry in this fine poem. Ironic that a poem titled dissonance should resonate with such harmony. Beautiful as ever, Sandra. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

the composition- rich in raw emotions, evoked by images that eloquently express the pain. Mamta

A beautifull well-written poem with deep emotions. Kate

An artful selection of rough images to reinforce the pain of an unfortunate encounter.

The structure, rhymes, and figures of speech take to another classical world of poetry sathya narayana

Beautiful The golden dazzle of this moment, Why does – carry away the gold of this evening on his wings? Dissonance.

childlike, i read your poem with happiness but the strong undercurrents made me read it twice!

lovely poem ornamented by heavy armour of imagery......wonderful

Earlier comments have said it all. YOU, and not just your poetry, are quite simply a work of art. t x

sandra, i love it. Thanks so much for the cd. i had received it.

As ever evocative images painting a lonely scene Where human warmth and comfort escape Like your geese over tin roofs. Uriah Hamilton

Rich evocative imagery abounds to reveal a beautiful rekindling of love. The discordant echo of the geese and the harsh calling of your name soon dissipate as 'Hands chafe the smoking hour into a flame.' A wonderfully lyrical write Sandra.

wonderfully done, great metaphors used, and so much conveyed in mere 8 lines

Awesome imagery and transferred epithets. The truth is some where in between dissonance and assonance. Innocent ‘hands chafe the smoking hour into a flame’ and the ‘sunset is borne away on beating wings’. The music of life varies between love and hate, either of the two is monotonous and intolerant. The poem exhorts the reader to ruminate. An enchanting poem Sandra. Regards, C. P. Sharma

When one writes the words of love and the meaning and feeling of what love contains, they would have to be beautifully penned with a gentle touch......this piece has that touch from beginning to the very end...even the full stop..contained a loving kiss..............lovely poem sandra.....10++ best wishes Jon

A splendid portrayal of human emotion of love. The imagery metaphorically depicted to feel as though my lady feels the same.

the beauty of a poem lies in it's saying a lot to the reader in least words...the last line gives the unmatching imagery of love rekindled...good poem 10

I visualized this picture, when I read the poem. Hope, I am correct? Like a child, a lady puts her hand before her face. That golden moment blushes her face out of shyness. She becomes breathless on seeing his shadow, And she feels a kind of heaviness in her walk. By then, the geese from the old tin roof made their mating calls, When the sunset started at their beating wings. It sounded harsh to her, when he spelled her name, But it kindled the fire of love in her into a hot flame.

As always, a beautiful poem, Sandra.