January Mist Comments
Sometimes at night I hear small birds lament.
Dark notes that seem to second moon's descent.
Cold is the color of a deep regret,
An etude perfected by winterset.
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a lovely reflective and melodious poem. winter, beginning of the year, mist, you have woven a beautiful tapestry with words.10 Mamta
a beautiful poem on winterset and on the reflective moods it brings... 'Cold is the color of a deep regret'...good poetic line...smooth melodious write, Sandra...10
A beautiful poem with a nice ending. I love it and 10 added to it.
Beautiful poem. I especially love the lines: 'You gently sketched a snowflake on my face/ Which shall be mine till light has left this place.' The last stanza is a stunner as well.
Damn....all i could think of was beautiful love, sadness, and the cold air of january...your flow was nearly perfect...aside from me your prly the best poet on here...(jk, you are the best)
Oh my word, this is poetry heaven, 'to die for' poetry - I adore this Sandra, not a word wasted, you've placed them just so to create the most gorgeous poem. HG: -) xx
snowflake sketched on the face....lovely line! Beautifully inked! Keeping writing them. Hugs Coreena
Sandra-a very, very beautiful poem. I did not want to stop reading. I love your style of writing. Blessed be, Katherine
Cringe at the rhymes, adore the eloquent style. And of course, your words, your description, your pairings, your melody. See everyone's fawning all over your delicate verse; needless to say, i haven't missed it (the subservient bootlicking) . ~xxsjg
What a stunning poem this is. Thank you so much for all the wonderful poetry you write and share on this site.
You are the poetess who posseses verse perfection. Your work portrays such elegance, and beauty. What a wonderful gift you have been given. I truly enjoy reading your precious poems. Melvina
Once upon a time, I came to peep your words. After a long time, I am back again to fill my heart with immeasurable solace gained from the mesmerizing verses. Esoteric.
Ah, the Princess of Precision Pentameters strikes again. This piece may well be your very best, Sandra. All the lines speak volumes, but the one that stood out initally, for me anyway, was 'An étude perfected by winterset.' I'll even go so far as to say that this poem has inspired me to try my hand at iambic pentameter once again; may even post some of my older ones. Thanks for this meticulously crafted gem. Indeed, a most pleasant read. Cheers, Greg
This is a hauntingly beautiful poem! It has a beauty that rises from the earth and nature and the creatures living on it, and it reaches for the heavens.
Sandra, your fascination with the minutae of existence is second to none and your images are so small, and tenderly expressed - a snowflake sketched, the lament of a small bird. yet from the minutae you expand always into the universal, the timeless and the personal. It's always exciting to find a Sandra Fowler poem posted - I'm never disappointed. love, Alison ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
You have a unique way of celebrating, living, loving and expressing the essence of life in all its in all its beauty; its mysticism; its subtle vibrations and nostalgic lamentations. In doing so, you ease the reader into your beautiful world which reverberates with the intangible. As long as poets like you write, people like us will always be reminded of the underlying beauty of life. Like every other poem I have read of yours, this is another gem in your exquisite anthology. Warm regards... Leonard
there's something about love, poetry, and beauty that survives a time and place and even a life to mystically linger on in essence. This lovely poem documents such a moment that never ends. Uriah
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7/26/2025 4:06:23 AM # 1.0.0
the soul of good men take rebirth as singing birds... now they lament to be reborn.....