The Old House Rides On Morning Comments

I've just looked out of my window at golden rod. Thanks for giving it a new look.

The house that floats is fuelled by intense imagination; I can view it like 'Tara' of the “gone with the wind”.

Your imagery never ceases to amaze, Sandra. This poem is worth several readings. The image of the house floating first in fog and then in flowers is haunting. Perhaps we are like that house, shabby in daylight but rich in imagination. Ours is, after all, a temporary home. - Will

Your poems, like the pieces of a 1000 piece jigsaw, gradually reveal your world to the reader. And themes recur - like goldenrod and gray windows and birds that always sing in a minor key. In this one: 'The shabbiness of day is beautiful. We take a picture of it with our hearts.' is particularly eloquent. Love, Alison ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

lovely simile: ''The old house rides on morning like a boat'' wonderful descriptive poem, belonging to symbolism.....thank you for sharing.........10

riding on morning's shoulders it kisses the sunshine, it smiles all the while no time to whine. Old, yet glitters as gold taking eveything including shabiness in its fold....

A selective and verymuch molded great work, all required ingredients put correctly, I am absolutely unable to attempt more comments, thanks for giving the great asset,10++++

Respect for your work has no limit, this poem a rare jewel Sandra. The rustic imagery of an old home remains ever beautiful in the nostalgia expressed.

Nostalgia and imaginations are always at their peaks in your poetry, Sandra. This is a wonderful poem with a blend of imagery and metaphors. The old house is a symbol of life and its dignity against the tyranny of time. Thanks a lot for sharing this few liners beauty of your art. Warm Regards, Naseer

A beautiful poem with metaphors that twist like a dirt road, I truly love: The shabbiness of day is beautiful .

Sandra - I am tempted to say that this is the best poem I have read but I shall not because, it would be too sweeping a statement to make for a poet of your prolificacy. Having said that I must admit - at least to me - it is definitely one your best. You have - once again - showcased your most varied and inexhaustive palette. I love the sense of paradox the line - Shabbiness of the day was beautiful - creates. The nostalgia you have expressed is like it would have been presented on the canvas of a great, sensitive artist. Beautiful! ! ! Beautiful! ! ! Beautiful! ! ! is how I would like to conclude. Leonard

dear sandraji, everything old is always new.........there are no exceptions.....from art to life.... reading you is like walking through the moon all alone.........

Who other is more competent more blessed than you Sandra, to sing on the glory of 'old' houses? Beautifully composed poem...thanks...10

hands interlaced across a hobnailed cup- i can actually visualise you sitting and watching the old house ride on morning- such is the impact of your absolutely stunning imagery. Warm Regards Mamta

You painted the Old house beautifully by your great imagery. I love this piece from end to end. My love and hugs, Meggie

Bathed in your beautiful imagery 'the old house' has transformed into a loving HOME! 10! -Raj

The old house rides on morning like a boat. Indifferent to the turbulence of trees, It crests the dawn with dignity intact, And rests becalmed on seas of goldenrod. --------- amazing imagery as always my friend....well painted with figurative languages! ! ! 10+++++

This is wonderful.. this poem got the usual Sandra Fowler flavor written all over it! ! ! Always in for a treat when I visit your page! ! ! Very good... Lovely to read! ! ! with lots of love Shan

‘As always’ beauty blends the sun and shade, The sunlight behind the fog never fades. Placid old house roves the dignified way, Its window turns shabby to beauteous day. CP

'Gray windows mirror a century of warmth. The shabbiness of day is beautiful. We take a picture of it with our hearts...' ...such a simple thing almost all of us do..holding a morning cup gazing from the windows..is shown in beauty and bright light in lines of a talented poet.thanks for sharing your amazing poetry, Sandra. always your friend. Yelena M.