Saturday, January 5, 2008

January Mist Comments

Rating: 4.9

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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Sandra Fowler
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premji premji 07 May 2009

the soul of good men take rebirth as singing birds... now they lament to be reborn.....

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Mamta Agarwal 14 October 2008

a lovely reflective and melodious poem. winter, beginning of the year, mist, you have woven a beautiful tapestry with words.10 Mamta

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Kesav Easwaran 28 September 2008

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

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Ashraful Musaddeq 15 September 2008

A beautiful poem with a nice ending. I love it and 10 added to it.

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Dawn Slanker 06 August 2008

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.

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David Desantis 27 May 2008

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)

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Original Unknown Girl 09 April 2008

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

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Coreena Dejesus 27 March 2008

snowflake sketched on the face....lovely line! Beautifully inked! Keeping writing them. Hugs Coreena

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Katherine Wiley 07 March 2008

Sandra-a very, very beautiful poem. I did not want to stop reading. I love your style of writing. Blessed be, Katherine

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Charles Garcia 19 January 2008

one of my favorite subjects; nice write charles

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Goldy Locks 19 January 2008

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

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Marvin Brato 15 January 2008

Quite magical! Thanks for sharing, perfect 10.

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Mary Gordley 15 January 2008

What a stunning poem this is. Thank you so much for all the wonderful poetry you write and share on this site.

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Melvina Germain 13 January 2008

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

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Cyclopseven R 12 January 2008

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.

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Gregory Gunn 12 January 2008

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

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Mary Naylor 12 January 2008

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.

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Alison Cassidy 11 January 2008

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 ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

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Leonard Daranjo 07 January 2008

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

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Uriah Hamilton 06 January 2008

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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