Wind Harp Comments

The muse of life with soul music. Nice work.

Beatiful poem so beautifully constructed. I loved it. Thank you so much for sharing.

Beautifully lyrical. You brought the cool refreshing November air to me on this August morning.

Sandra Fowler's poetry embroiders silken silvery images of autumn's romance on the canvas of the sunset soul. CP

How gently you take your readers in a world that is otherworldly; make them feel the impalpable and see the imperceptible. Alison is right, these are the sublime emotions experienced by our Indian mystics which are expressed 'often so much less eloquently expressed than you'. This is the language of the universe, the language of the soul which, if listened to more attentively by everyone, will erase all barriers of religion, race and colour. Once again, one of the most eloquent, expressive, compassionate pens has scribbled its way across the page. I doff my hat in reverential silence. Leonard

'Wind plays its harp. Life is a Psalm compelling, bittersweet. Time holds us only by a whisper here. Old glamour is as western as the sun'. Thats beautiful write with your poetic harp. Well penned. Enjoyed reading it 10+

Your gift allows you to produce moods with words, painting's for us all to reflect on for long time to come. Alisons words are so true. Warm Regards Bob

The utter sweetness of the last lines resonates long after the poem is read.

This poem really demonstrates your mastery of poetry and exceptional perception. You saw and heard the poetry of nature and appreciated the beauty of nature's images and sounds, and a truly beautiful poem was born. This poem was music to my soul. Thank you for sharing.

You share here that 'compassion' the mystics describe (often so much less eloquently than you) in this duet of sound and sight. 'Wind Harp' combines the wisdom of Rumi, the soft brush of Monet and the easy phrasing of Franz Schubert. 'Soul music' indeed. Love, Alison ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

You take my hand, And tell me stories of a thousand dusks. Your words light all the windows of my house. Soul music, Friend, creates eternal sound.......................oh what a kind of poetry that rejuvenates the soul through strings of gentle Beethoven`s note harping the words of eternity, great write dear,10++++, thanks for sharing

I like how it all leads up to the last line... each word creating resonating rhythms that reach the crescendo of eternal music- Soul music...playing through your poetic harp

The words for love, the poetry of sacred friendship are always painted in you’re your melancholy and masterful landscapes of the soul.

don't i hear your gentle touch on the strings...

music played in any tunes or instruments used by every orchestra could be a subject for a good poetry..yours is a very nice piece...i appreciate the manner these things merge into one, , only in your poetry dear sandra..

A beautiful poem, Sandra. You use the seasons and nature in your poetry like no one else. Your friend Ron

Falling grey November brought endless bright views, it reflects sharpen even the black and white cancas, no other time is suit for reviewing except grey november, about the life, the gain loss, to hug and miss.....it is the nature`s blessing like the lying endless grey leaves holding the past evergreen stories, thanks the blessed pen 10++

These words were soft as the air that enters the harp

dear sandraji 'Soul music, Friend, creates eternal sound.' this is the line, i had been searching for all my life.... thanks love premji

My dear Sandra, each stanza of the poem is beautiful. I wonder which one to mention here. Wind is a great all time musician and a great source of inspiration for poets and writers. You have created a real soul music in this poem and the sound of your music is eternal. Warm Regards. Naseer