Last Light Comments
Blue wind upon a distant windowpane,
I hear you whistle folk songs to the rain
In tune with leaves that have no place to go.
Last light becomes the only home they know.
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the dying light, the enroaching chill.... love the last line especially....
Unearthly charm in your precious writes gives a feel of worthiness to your excellent quill. God's blessings on you ever. arya.
You are a great metaphyscal poet, can compare with Donne The last and the last and the last lightpost, Still don't know where is the Ghost! Your imagery here is comparable to that of Eliot.
Warm, comely expression of passion...And, as with all your work...this too is yet another breathtaker. ~ FjR ~
Two quatrains here, contain such meaning, and so many sensual elements - sound, sight, touch - then the taste and scent of coffee enfold the senses. Truly, the sweetest moments we know on Earth are defined by moments savored one by one, but memory oft has to serves as proxy. The length of time a cup of coffee may retain its heat is universe enough.
Sandra - What are we in comparison to the indestructible world around us, just a cup of coffee's worth. At least a little warmth is something! Thank you for this! Cheryl
This poem is a sensual and beautiful remembrance of a night not to be forgotten....wondrous descriptions.....marci. :)
A calm peaceful time resonates a sense of tranquility. I truly enjoyed the read Sandra, Thankyou.--Melvina--
A beautiful poem Sandra, but for me this line resonates: 'The essence of the mood is paper thin' You capture so much in so few words. A poem to warm the heart. Justine
A Beautiful Warm cup of autumn coffee.....Lovely poem Sandra 10 out of 10 XX nix XX
Great poem, Sandra. Nothing is to compare to a cup of coffee with a good friend... Good idea for this poem. Warm wishes.
It's like you scoop up in your poet's net, that elusive beauty that can be sensed, but is so hard to capture.
this should be what poetry is all about - the simplicity of words warm as a cup of coffee.
I hear your whispers, Sandra. Keep on whispering. And I will read your whispers. Take care.
The term 'blue wind' perhaps foregrounds what Sandra has to say - something unusual, the paper thin mood!
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7/22/2025 11:56:40 AM # 1.0.0
Sandra, this is a brilliant poem. Appreciated. Top score and to my favourite! !