Night Vision Comments

how well you connect one to another...old memories to night vision...along with rain...in a lonely atmosphere....artistic and classy..

Awesome metaphorical expression! fine wording! 10+

hello dear ma'am! ! ! hey this is very flowery, lovey, , beautiful, lovely write indeed! ! ! .. and in a way this one is sort of Gothic aspect too! ! ! .. nice write ma'am with lots of love shan

we drank the oceans of sadness just to feel the taste of tranquility.............

night vision wonderful metaphor depicting the essence of old memories

This Night Vision is a very good vision over life...most realistic down to earth...the fragile glass and the gray music relate to old age and the past memories...the sweet sound- the reflective satisfaction the mind derives from bygone days and sadness- of course- never to come back those days... An artful imaginative write, Sandra...I like this poem very much the way I read 10+

Beautiful as ever! I sometimes wish I had night vision, its a whole different world when looking through the darkness

You have certainly warmed my soul with this one. You have again made a sweet sound on my old roof. Two attempts I have made with nature's annual cycle are 'October' and 'Beyond October.' You have reminded me 'We cannot call back distant August Days'...'And yet...' Much Thanks For This One Tom

Sandra, the beauty of you poetry gladdens the soul!

In your poems I always feel how beauty and sadness merge to create a melancholy mood that touches the soul. Thank you for that, Magda

'And yet night vision is a wondrous thing.', yes it is Sandra. Always love the way your words embrace the senses. Hugs, Diane

We cannot call back distant August days When goldenrod had power to warm the soul................... yet beautifully eclectic with imagery rousing soulful..unique exporession, lovely poem, wel; lpenned, . thanks

Music, vision and mood - all delicately entwined in this reflective and soulful write. 'Let rain forever make gray music' - your word paintings never cease to colour the canvas of my mind Sandra. Loved it. Justine x

Your words are golden Sandra, I'm in awe everytime I read your work. --Melvina--

It is always amazing how you can fold mood, image, and sound together. One might almost touch the windowpane, to feel as well as hear the gray music. The August goldenrods are never lost, perhaps; memories pervade this poem. - Will

I love the sad music you play elegantly. One could visit it on a rainy grey day and find a true friend to commiserate with, Uriah

This is an elegy of a bygone era and Sandra your night vision is remarkable.

This is a better night vision than I learned about in Officer Candidate School. Bill Grace

Such a sweet hint of melancholy but not sad. Lovely.

Sandra, Such a magical and in depth quality to this write! Love how you incoporated the flowers, and the colours or lack there of1 Brillant! Best wishes, Theo