I had you at the height of your poem.
Green thundered in the silence of itself.
I think our moment had its perfect storm,
Though it existed in a shadow tune.
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I treasure April as I would a psalm- this one line says all that you felt for your friend Sandra. you say it with such reverence, and the beauty is that you call the poem Perfect Storm. how peace and quiet descends after a storm has blown away... April in your part of the world heralds spring, such contrasting images all in eight lines as always a pleasure to read Affectionate Regards Mamta
these emotion rich eight lines show how treasure like you value a friend a poem and memories you like, sandra! *10*
a beautiful imagery put in the context of nature and emotion... I think our moment had its perfect storm, Though it existed in a shadow tune. .................................................an impressive metaphor to reveal the feelings **Abha**
Stunning! I love storms and I love this poem. Agree with W Grace, that line in particular stood out for me... HG: -) xx
i really love this poem sandra. there is always so much to look forward in your poem. every verse intrigues.. and leads on. thanks for this.
In this poem the line: 'I treasure April as I would a Psalm' is for me the electric line and moment. It is always good to know it is not only Jesus who finds the Psalms foundational. Bill Grace
Rare and ripe poetic expression of what reflects on mind: 'Green thundered in the silence of it self'
'I treasure April as I would a Psalm' approaches the sublime. Not a word can be taken away or exchanged in this lovely poem. With you, one always learns, in all humility. Warm wishes, Rani
the green when thundered by th age yet the storm pierces into the silence by precision and gleams love when treasured to the archieves yet with all the forces of the planet when resolved by black-hole the graveyard of the cosmic.......superb wite, i adore,10/10, thanks for sharing
A profound remembrance of friendship - however far in the past. Memories sustain us, as we look backward, hoping that the future has a place for us.
A great tribute to love and life. The second verse soars with the richness of the treasured memory.
When I'm sad and lost, I return to King David and the psalms. I've wandered through April, the cruelest month, thinking of someone who is gone. I find music in the shadows of your poems. Uriah
Your perfect storm taken me to a certain extent and I see the gloomy life through your elegic masterly poem, Sandra's work always great!
you have perfectly stormed the poetic avalanche...........of meaningful poem.
Treasured moments shared are as fleeting yet as memorable as the moods evoked by the elements and the seasons. The deep affection for your friend shines through, reflected in natures beauty, held in time's hands. Evocative as ever, and deserving of repeated readings. jxx
Sandra-wonderful work. I like how you worked in the storm to coincide with the emotions, and wove those themes together. I really enjoyed this brilliant poem and thanks for notifying me. I haven't posted new ones yet, but soon. kate
Your poem shares a deeply felt relationship from a long time ago and tells the reader a lot about both you and your friend. We feel, your empathy, tenderness and huge admiration for a mentor perhaps? Again your images are boundless and your ability to carry the reader on your poetic journey, second to none. love, Alison ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
In this poem, I feel, Sandra has onveyed her heartfelt feelings, how she carries the memories of her good old friend, though placed at a distance. I find, she always cherishes her association with one friend or the other and she tries to bring back to her memory, in the same symbolic manner, as seasons repeat and appear one after another.
A highly expressive poem dear Sandra. Loved it