Silence Is Broken Comments

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Small worlds are falling, who can put them back? ........................................................................ Very fine poem dear Sandra, This the rhetoric once again forces us to think about not turned processes...10...... Best wishes, Tsira

A nice poem with nice metaphor.

inner silence is also broken.......

Beautiful images and excellent choice of words. Every line can be a subject of meditation and has meaning for everyone. I like thought-provoking poems like this.

A truly amazing write Sandra, absolutely beautiful with fabulous imagry. I love it, thankyou--Melvina--

'No human hands have skill enough to make the difference.' An excellent closure on a hauntingly sad poem. It carries the frustration of not being able to move time back to that one minute which could have made all the difference. Patrick

This is a BEautiful poem! i love the part about, 'little worlds, falling apart...who can put them back together' starr

It is another wonderful poem. I noticed that the more wonderul a poem is the shorter my opinion is :) Most of your poems are bright and light, as if they were written by the sun, or the wind...

This is a very lovely poem!

beautifuly, well written i love it. i agree with sylvia Landscapes display their sorrow on the glass. is a wonderful line that conjuers up wild images. Sincerely Nickie x x

Sandra What beautiful images, I can see so far into the depth of this poem. The words on their own are simply beautiful, I just love this line Landscapes display their sorrow in glass. What a mound of images come out of that line alone. JUST PERFECT Cheers Sylvie

'The raindrops are too numerous to count.' But this is what people are doing in their daily life. Counting numerous holes, but not the good deeds of an individual. 'Small worlds are falling, who can put them back? ' Now words have fallen from the hands of Poet Sandra, who has put them back under the title 'Silence is broken.' What is impossible in her own words, she has made it possible. Well done.

sandra great poet. endless string of thought provoking gems i could wear them round my neck. sleeping with your poem in mind.

An elegy of a broken-heart and I see a hidden painting; a lass with a cane basket she collects the scattered dew drops.An Extraordinary painting Sandra.

The poet is an abandoned child looking for love. You have written a poem of tender sorrow, you are the poet! !