I Count The Tiny Glitters Comments

My tears are glued like fireflies to the pane......moving expression. Liked this poigant poem! Top score!

sad...lovely imagery in this too.....10

sandraji, when interconnecting Taj mahal with your above poem, terrifies me... i see the dom of Taj as a huge dropp of tear. the tear of the man who was the master architect of taj. his right hand was chopped down immediately after the fulfilment of taj! interconnect the last lines with true experience...really shocking......great poem sandraji........

The concluding line 'I think old verse speaks loud for loveliness' enhances the appeal of this most expressive and emotive poem that cannot fail to touch one's heart. Full score from me.

Wonderful poem........

Sad, short and beautifully honest. It will stay near my heart. Thank you. from Fay.

Absolutely great! Thanks for sharing!

I like that line The sun is shining gray upon this hour, a very moving piece that fits the mood.

your metaphors are full of lively nature imagery, sensitive and can be easily identified by the reader..........well composed **Abha*8

your poem is really intresting and worlth reading.

An excellent poem with lots of good imagery. I loved the atmosphere of this! kate

I really enjoyed reading this poem. Thank you for sharing it is really really good.

The everlasting glitter of your windows. I love your glass. The sky does drain the poem's power, something felt but never expressed but by Sandra. Lots of Love, Susie xxxx

Ah, Ms. Fowler, Her Majesty of Iambic Pentameter. 'My tears are glued like fireflies to the pane.' and 'Embroidered shadows of the fading park.' are striking highlights in this melancholic piece. Greg

liked your imagination of fading; great poem

The hour may also be 'gray', Sandra, but your thoughts and imagery always convey strength.So their power will NEVER fade! As you count the tiny glitters I am closer to you! Maria

Each stanza ends in a subtly, beautiful climax. As always the emotional landscape, and the emotional mood, fuse into a powerful and moving portrait.

The longing to be there but cannot...the mood your images create...outstanding! Hugs, Diane

Fireflies and raindrops and memories of familiar shoulders abide in this verse full of nostalgia. Sorrow and memory at times are the best signs that we are still human, and that the circle will be unbroken when we meet again. As always, Sandra, you stretch the imagination through fresh imagery. This is a very beautiful creation. - Will

another of your paen rich poem that i love.