My friend, I think the sunset knows our names.
Old leaves are whispering them to windowpanes.
A Jew's harp wind plays the elusive dusk.
Blueness comes in like a compelling tide.
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'You promise me that good-bye will be gold And glorious as our mortality'. Sandra, your poem brings great comfort to me, especially at this moment in time. I feel a sense of peace and reassurance that everything is going to be alright <3 reminding me just how wonderful poetry can be to the soul x With great respect, Ally
There is so much depth in your poem. I keep reading it over again and contemplating. Your phrases are thought provoking. To think that a sunset knows your names. This is autumn gold.10/10
Sandraji, you live a poet's life fully.... you are beyond words.......
One of the bifid historical themetics of humankind is what man constructs and the other one what the Nature decides for the fate. The olden life seems to be waiting for a dignified end and the path described for it is very well lit in this poem. Best Regards Naseer
'My friend, I think the sunset knows our names./ Old leaves are whispering them to windowpanes./ A Jew's harp wind plays the elusive dusk./ Blueness comes in like a compelling tide.' Wonderful poem with vivid imagery especially the lines above.
Sunset, has in its list our names Nature ever renews and rewrites and remains new It looks as if nothing has ever changed Yes, it is real gold to be part of it and to be aware.
The most significance moments of dying, should be beautiful as this! ! Excellent writes my dear Sandra.
There is great beauty and reconciliation in what you have given us here. Its mood reminds me of one of my favorite liturgical phrases 'the peace that passeth all understanding.'
the sunset knows our names, old leaves are whispering them to windowpanes. that verse is showing the immortality of your words. excellent write, as always. another ten
How often does one hear the word mortality linked with the adjective 'glorious' - and yet you're absolutely right. Life would be so much the lesser were we all immortal - if we didn't live with the ever-present mystery that life and death hold in their hands. This poem expresses a kindly philosophical perspective, expressed with color and authentic metaphors. I particularly enjoyed your Jews harp - an unassuming little instrument with a distinctive sound - and your 'old leaves' whispering. Another glorious poem. Love, Alison ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
To tremble at the idea of disappearance and farewell. The human body is frail in the sad world but the spirit is a strong bird carrying a poem to God. God and I are both grateful for your poems. Uriah
Sandra, this is beautifully written my dear friend...it relaxes the reader bringing a loving warmth through your precious lines....stunning
You promise me that good-bye will be gold ....................... I particularly love this line, Sandra.Good-bye will be gold because 'hello' will come in..The two words are just precious in our life. I always love to read your write, Sandra.It's soothing words give me peace of mind. thank you for this sharing. Love always, Meggie
good bye are always tough ma'am.....i quote a part from a famous and one of my favourite songs Long Good bye - Ronan Keating ' I know they say if you love somebody You should set them free (so they say) But it sure is hard to do Yeah, it sure is hard to do And I know they say if they don't come back again Then it's meant to be (so they say) But those words ain't pulling me through Cos I'm still in love with you I spend each day here waiting for a miracle But it's just you and me going through the mill (climbin' up a hill) [Chorus] This is the long goodbye Somebody tell me why Two lovers in love can't make it Just what kind of love keeps breaking a heart? No matter how hard I try You're gonna make me cry Come on, baby, it's over, let's face it All that's happening here is a long goodbye' you said it well indeed..thanks for this one 10+++ with lots of love shan
Beautiful and sad at the same time Sandra.