Sunday, November 20, 2005

Something So Fine Comments

Rating: 5.0

You must not look at me in failing light.
The measure of the moment is too bright.
The cold, gold sunset hurts my eyes tonight.
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Sandra Fowler
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Dr Dillip K Swain 21 October 2022

Sandra, it's a brilliant poem. Top score! !

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Khairul Ahsan 20 July 2013

Your West Virginia face was poetry. I loved the hollows of its symmetry Too much to know it could not shelter me. Particularly this, and all other stanzas, create a melancholic symphony by touching the (I do not know which) cords of the heart! A soft music that plays on and on even when one is done with the reading part.

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Cindy Kreiner Sera 30 June 2009

An emotional write cloaked in sadness...beautifully written Sandra

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premji premji 15 May 2009

words..painfully dear to you and me.........

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Sonya Florentino 22 April 2009

the pain of letting go of something so fine, so beautiful... the anguish is searing....

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Fay Slimm 15 January 2009

Wistful sadness encapsulated here Sandra - - it is painfully beautiful - - thank you dear friend........... greetings from Fay....xx

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Tsira Goge 27 October 2008

Dea Sandra, The fine lyrics. An unforgettable picture... 10... Tsira

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Ron Flowers 27 August 2008

I nearly missed this one. I'm sure glad I didn't. It is simply beautiful. Your friend Ron

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Duncan Wyllie 04 August 2008

This is amazing, my favourite from you so far Sandra WONDERFUL WORK Love duncan X

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Kesav Easwaran 14 June 2008

this poem is a great tribute to a sweet yet disturbing memory…worded wonderfully…^10^

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Emancipation Planz 13 June 2008

Your Title says it all... pure poetry... I wish I could write in this style... aroha

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Alison Cassidy 31 December 2007

Regret and pain penned without resentment and yet with a deep sorrow. A moving tender-hearted poem. I believe the most beautiful poetry is inspired by the experiencing of profound anguish. This is beautiful. love, Allie xxxx

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Pia Andersson 11 February 2007

you write about love and there is something so fine with the way you do it... 'There was something so fine about that hill, Your old house standing bravely up to chill, While white wind heaped dead leaves upon the sill. Close your gray eyes the meaning is too plain. They sing me Wednesday like an old refrain, But sun will not stand still for that again.' When seeing is just not enough..You describe so many sides of love in your own way with such tenderness - and sadness With love Pia

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Melvina Germain 15 December 2006

Yes, I agree with Charles, this is clearly an exceptional poem. I also agree with Nimal, I do believe you have a similarity describing love as does Neruda. Sandra you have penned another work of art. Thankkyou---Melvina

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Jolanta Gradowicz 14 May 2006

It's really beautiful.

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Nimal Dunuhinga 11 March 2006

'When you close the gray eyes, not only West Virginia the whole life is a poem and you have the knack of describing love as same as Pablo Neruda.'

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Brian Routh 19 December 2005

powerful, beautiful and sad.

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Rajaram Ramachandran 20 November 2005

Not something but everything is so fine in your poem-I liked it very much.

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Charles Chaim Wax 20 November 2005

a memory so deep so true almost unbearable these times which have past yet still alive in the heart and which must always be kept alive and done so well in this exceptional poem

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W. Columbia, WV, USA
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