Clouds hang old pictures on the wavering air,
Like wine wallpaper threadbare to the light.
Cold leaves cut shadows on the poet's cheek.
The clarity is bell like to the bone.
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Sandra, You are a master painter of poetic imagery in words! 10+ =Raj
you paint with words, and your images are so evocative. although here there are no rhymes, but still the poem has music and rhythm. every time i read any of your poems, i just hang on to each line, amazing vision.10 Mamta
The clarity of your images continues to astonish in this mesmerizing piece that paints, with light and grace, the last rays of the setting sun. 'The clarity is bell like to the bone.' and 'the scissor sound of rising wind.' are particularly evocative metaphors. Superb. love, Alison ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Picturesque, absolutely beautiful, a painted picture in words. You are amazing Sandra, I love your work. Melvina
Thank you Sandra. A phrase like: 'the scissor sound of rising wind' Phew! So wonderful. Bill Grace
Every line quivers with overtones of life force. Intoxicating to the senses.
Your poems shimmer with aching beauty, yet never neglect content (meaning, feeling) ... Thank you. Esther xx
This is… Fantastic! ! ! Really very beautiful, You are quite the wordsmith!
Light and shade, and a predominant colour of red - this poem paints a delightful picture. Patrick
This is a beautiful mood piece, with fantastic imagery. I read it over several times and enjoyed it each time.
Old is gold and Sandra the best witness you gave by this word painting.
Clouds hang old pictures on the wavering air, this poem is a beauty.......thanks for sharing wishes jibin
Rich vocabulary - threadbare, cut, scissors, heavy cloth - these words entwine beautifully with the images of nature. A finely woven poem Sandra. Justine
Old is gold. It is really pleasure to watch the white clouds moving on the blue sky, as if their hands are drawing variety of pictures on the blue screen. The imagination of Sandra goes sky high and even the clouds she has not spared in the theme of her pen portrait.
medafors speak in this write and all is listening, , , , , , Excellent write Sandra
I can't say it better than Duncan, metaphors to die for! ! !
'The sun pulls down the heavy cloth of sky! WoW! 'Clouds hang old pictures on the wavering air, ' Come on darling..you must be proud of this, it really carries soch strength and atmosphere Wonderful writting again from such a tallented artist Take care sweetheart Love duncan X
Well done work, the way you've wrote this poem really inspires me!