My hand is still in yours. A distant leaf
Lies whisper killed upon the rigid grass.
Frost clinks like ice against the window glass.
When will monotony give us relief?
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Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful... as stunningly usual.
this got Sandra flower flavor written all over indeed ma'am.. i enjoyed it as always.. just randomly picked this one and read it.. and you know what ma'am.. the title was an intriguing one.. that's why i wanted to read this one! ! ! ! ! ... good thing u changed the title is nt it.. this is nice write.... with lots of love shan
a very powerful moment, having to say goodbye but not wanting too... i don't think I can bear to watch the ending....
Good imagery artfully built around words- rigid…ice…stone...cold…stiff… a whisper that came floating from a distance into vast sky- mind- lies underneath to it –on grass- lifeless…hand in hand tightened though… what feels stiffness? Yes, the vast sky- the mind… The poem ten plus grade...
whisper it to my ears...............your poem...........such a huge fascination...........
The title is so beautiful Sandra, and your poem is like a beautiful painting on canvas, fantastic. Melvina
There are many beautiful lines in this piece but the one that gets me the most is: 'Frost clinks like ice against the window glass.' It lends a delicate musical touch to the poem. Take care... Leonard
What an imagination my dear friend. You placed the verses from well ingrained thoughts and feelings. A perfect 10 for you.
Sandra, your gift, in part, is that of voicing what those of us who cannot wish to, need to... I love you dearly for this and more. This poem aches and embraces. Your art is such that I cannot be jealous - - only joyful! Love, Esther : ] P.S. The window imagery, among other things, reminds me of Emily Dickenson's world within...
an unsettling moment lingers about this movement of twilight into night. excellent balance and flow, Sandra. a very worthwhile read. also, happy PH birthday to you. -Tailor
a very imaged filled piece which flows exceptionally well with tenderness within your words so very well descriptively written very very well done, , , blessings..Cecil
SANDRA>>>A masterfull piece of verse, young lady...from the effulgence of th' imagework to the fluxion structure that smoothes like silk...A sterling job, here... '''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''{ F j R }
Sandra, this is very stylish poetry. I think it is because the iambic pentameter never intrudes, but enhances. Your images are clear and cold 'stiff twilight' and yet there is a strong personal warmth behind your words. Wonderful penning. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
breath-taking. this style is so unique, you use the perfect words to sculpt to moment you want us to be apart of. it takes every physical aspect of that particular instance and infuses them with the way you felt when you experienced them. i think this is the best type of poem. none of these 'suicidal sonnets' we get from time to time. this is true poetry~
Sandra, a scenic wonder, so brisk I couldn't help but shiver. Well done! ! Brian
I really loved this poem - all of it - but especially I liked the subtle use of audial detail and visual imagery. It reminded me somehow of the delicate pattern of frost on a window pane. Beautiful and original!
Nature has ‘come-alive-live’… Enjoyed to the lees and thanks… Ten+ Ms. Nivedita UK