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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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.
An emotional write cloaked in sadness...beautifully written Sandra
the pain of letting go of something so fine, so beautiful... the anguish is searing....
Wistful sadness encapsulated here Sandra - - it is painfully beautiful - - thank you dear friend........... greetings from Fay....xx
Dea Sandra, The fine lyrics. An unforgettable picture... 10... Tsira
I nearly missed this one. I'm sure glad I didn't. It is simply beautiful. Your friend Ron
This is amazing, my favourite from you so far Sandra WONDERFUL WORK Love duncan X
this poem is a great tribute to a sweet yet disturbing memory…worded wonderfully…^10^
Your Title says it all... pure poetry... I wish I could write in this style... aroha
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
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
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
'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.'
Not something but everything is so fine in your poem-I liked it very much.
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
Sandra, it's a brilliant poem. Top score! !