Thursday, March 23, 2006

Paisley Patterns Comments

Rating: 4.9

Our eyes weave paisley patterns of frail leaves.
The sun pours thickly over all that grieves.
There is an ancient angel in the hills
Blowing a song so beautiful it chills.
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Sandra Fowler
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Bill Wright 30 August 2016

A very nice poem, well written.

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Fay Slimm 01 November 2008

A masterly take on the meaning of life Sandra, and as always you present us with such good pieces. I loved re-reading this one. thanks. love from Fay.

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Melvina Germain 01 April 2008

I like this poem very much Sandra, it has a peaceful element to it. A true pleasure to read. Melvina

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Kelly Hanson 20 December 2006

great poem. good byes do sometimes seem like anchors pulling me down. i love the technical symmetry and rhyme - especially when fitted with such imagery

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Will Barber 06 August 2006

You use earth, sun, and weather to create 'atmosphere'. Grief - and acceptance of the inevitability of loss. 'To love that well which thou must leave ere long.'

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Emma Johnson 02 April 2006

What a beautifully patterned poem. I love it, Sandra. There is always something soothing and tranquilizing about your poetry. Susie.

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John Tiong Chunghoo 28 March 2006

i love nature poems and you have become one of my all time favourites.

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Graham Jones 26 March 2006

What a wonderfully crafted poem, especially enjoyed the last stanza.Regards Graham.

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Nimal Dunuhinga 24 March 2006

This is too heavy as lead Sandra, a creative sculpture! you feel a burning sensation when you touch the soul, inside our heart too burning like a leaf in the autumn winds.Who pours a drizzle?

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Gary Bryson 24 March 2006

Sandra, This is not just a good poem, it is a great poem. I may not see what you saw, but my minds eye is clear, and the scene opens before me as I read your words. We are in the cemitary, It is fall. It is a cool crisp day, the sun is bright, there are clouds in the sky, and we are not alone, We are there with our loved one, though they be gone. This poem moved me and touched that melencholy chord we so often long to hear. Thanks you for sharing this. Gary

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Rajaram Ramachandran 24 March 2006

Every word has a weight and a definite meaning. For example, it is not burning the lamp, but lighting the lamp. Burning the corpse is appropriate and it not lighting the corpse. So, words should be used at the appropriate time, place and context. You have nicely said this in your poem.

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Sylvia Spencer 24 March 2006

I have seen the beauty reading through the lines of this poem, they were a joy to read. I imangined I had a beautiful patchwork quilt that was trimed in paisley, and every square was filled with the beauty of this poem. Wonderful words wonderful poem. cheers Sylvie

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Uriah Hamilton 23 March 2006

God helps us understand those mountains of goodbye, a beautiful poem painting frail beauty.

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