Weightless As Shavings Comments

I did not only visualize the scene but sat alongside the old man, felt his joy - saw the bird fly as did he...beautifully written

My friend L&T said it best, as she always does. Beauty is something a poet must create in order to qualify. This poem is pure in it's Beauty. GW62

A truth of life so beautifully and gently potrayed. Take care

time fell weightless as shavings on his knee....WHAT an astute image! You have done many things with this poem, Sandra. He may not be able to fly as a bird, but his heart has, and always will. I was sitting with this man, watching him carving that little bird. You put me in the chair next to him. Great going! ! ! xxElysabeth

Through you I was not only able to see the old man in his world, but I felt I was able to reach out and touch his soul. The relationship between the carved wooden bird and the old man, was heart melting.

It's always a pleasure to bathe in the warmth of your words, Sandra. We all retain our flights of fancy, young and old :) Best wishes. jack.

tremendously moving work, Sandra. your last line, serenely melancholy, seems to lie perfectly between acceptance of what we believe we are and hope for what imagination allows us to be. memorable work. -Tailor

Oh this is just wonderful Sandra, you definitely brought the reader into this one. I felt calm while sitting watching the old man carve his beautiful bird. Lovely imagry Sandra, thankyou once again for sharing such beauty and producing such warm feelings.---Melvina---

Sandra, you've so eloquently carved a precious symbol of life's simple pleasures. Beautifully done!

I was touched by the title, before I even opened this one - and it didn't disappoint. Sandra, you have a special gift for transforming little glimpes of ordinary life and turning them into finely stitched creative tapestries. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Wonderful picture and sentiment. It says to me that we all have our dreams, and something is able to take us there, whether it be carving, painting or poetry. Patrick

I see a simple soul lingers in the weightless sky as a shaving and forgets the mischievous time.

You have encapsulated the power of the imagination and the pleasure of the simple things in life so beautifully Sandra.

Yours poems only improve when I reread them. This is - well, just wonderful and original.

hope comes alive with work. good work sandra. thanks or dropping by my house.

A beautiful poem that comes alive with hope.

That's beautiful Sandra, a very moving imaginative poem. Loved it. Love Ernestine XXX