I Hold You In The Lyric Of My Thoughts Comments

time is stagnant before your words.... me too..in front of this monitor....

....very nostalgic and passionately written poem. BR CP

I love this Sandra..there's something in your writes that holds me dear..every words..it seeps inside of me..i am so blessed you are my dearest friend.. Love, Meggie

I can hear the Klezmer music in your words - the clarinet and violin in particular. You have taken the very best of Jewish harmony and embraced it and your friend with love and perfectly coined words. I have to quote: 'The time is poignant like a Yiddish tune, As bittersweet and smoky as old leaves.' What sweet melancholy. love, Alison ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Hi Sandra, as powerful as always. Beautiful write.

Unique as always Sandra. Happy belated birthday 2007! I have rated some of your poems. Will be back. Cheers

Happy Birthday, Sandra, poetess goddess. xxtraordinaire. Look forward to 007 poems.

Beautiful, simply outstanding work...

I love this poem Miss Fowler, you've tought me so much about this man and I will hold that in my thoughts. I love the words you use in it, they have so many meanings to them that I couldn't even imagine without a dictionary. All respect, Hannah (Free Faller)

I love the autumnal imagery of this poem. It's a perfect choice, for autumn is bittersweet, combining the warmth of summer and the cold breath of winter. So are the memories of people who were dear to us. Excellent write. Warmly, Julia

What a beautiful, radiant remembrance! Menke Katz was editor of a literary magazine long ago - Bitteroot? I sent them poems as a young man, unaware that it was mostly a Jewish and Yiddish magazine. My wife sings Yiddish songs to ciovic groups at at nursing homes - but does not quite speak Yiddish. I will let her know about Mr. Katz' collections.

dear sandra, first thanks for writing those priceless comment on my poem. secondly, i am amazed by your constant reference to windows and window panes. i would love one day to pay a visit to your town and have a look at your residence and especially the window panes. great inspiration at work.

10,10,10,10, Now this is stunning, I will try and get back to this soon, Frost memories give me courage for today. Just taste October with me, find it good. The time is poignant like a Yiddish tune, As bittersweet and smoky as old leaves. AMAZING! ! ! ! ! ! ! , love Duncan

Very beautiful imagery. Susie.

Sandra, this is like a feather, and seems to be a continuance of your poem 'To Be Continued' Gary

My Dearest Sandra You have such a beautiful hand that holds the pen in the write way, your poetry has so much feeling, and this is a beautiful poem to one that is so much loved. cheers Sylvie.

A beautiful poem where the heart journeys back in time and forward into eternity. 'I'm still carrying the gift you gave, it's a part of me now, its been cherished and saved, it will be with me unto the grave and then into eternity.' Bob Dylan In The Summertime

Some of the words selected are superb, I feel. (1) the lyric of my thoughts (muical thoughts) (2) mist that hurts the eyes. (3) dance beguiles the autumn of its grief. (4) Sign with your shadow name. (5) Frost memories (6) bittersweet (what a contrast!) (7) smoky as old leaves. These epithets speak volume of your poetical talent and excellent imagination

Greatest tribute to an old friend in the journey.The title gripped me a lot and the mist that hurt me too.A lyrical poem to the heart.

a lovely poem, it brought a smile to my face :) ~Dana~