Spare Sound Poem by Sandra Fowler
Spare Sound
Rain plays piano notes against the skin.
Light lets only a little solace in.
Is it enough that eloquence has been?
Dissonance is a moment's rusty tears.
The air is leaf thick with dusk's atmosphere.
Spare sound by defination is severe.
Like gray birds, shadows have life flighted day,
Leaving nothing but emptiness to play
That song by which we both are blown away.
Previously published, 'The World Poets Quarterly', China
I love the first line, Sandra..it's beautiful..i love it! greatly penned by a great poet.Top marks! love and hugs, Meggie
Typo perhaps in line 6 'definition' am only as helpful as The Oxford American when it comes to spelling Bill Grace
a song in a minor key can fill the silence but not for long....
i like to walk in rain...you know why none can differentiate my tears: charlie chaplin told. this poem reminded me the above line......
I've often thought that your poems are best read by the emotions and the visions that rise up and are experienced by the mind's eye. The third stanza especially lingers in the mind.
A scene of beauty capture these most eloquent words. Thankyou for such a lovely write Sandra.--Melvina--
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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11/17/2025 8:16:21 PM # 1.0.0
Beautiful, eloquent poem. Colin J...