A Keepsake Poem by Sandra Fowler
A Keepsake
One day you brought me raindrops in your hand.
'Here are some precious tears for you', you said.
A shadow bird was winging through the sky.
His silhouette escaped my finger tips.
Beside our creek the summer sycamores
Were whispering old folk songs to day's end.
You put your shoulder to the weather, Friend.
You lit the hard times with your empathy.
I looked into your Appalachian eyes
And saw that west was a most wondrous thing.
The distant bird's wings gleamed in failing flight.
The luminosity was purest gold.
(2007)
Your imagery in here is simply out of this world unbeatable....You most certainly have the magic touch in your poems...They are simply splendid and draw one in where one can feel what your writing....To me that is the definition of a poet, , I say to you BRAVO.! ! ~~~~~~~marci.xo
the choice of words is so beautiful...with outstanding grace and dignity in itself..i loved it..
A precious keepsake preserved in this beautiful poem forever. Great poem. Thank you for sharing it. RoseAnn
Exquisite Sandra, imagery unbeatable, the theme of love rounded off into a keepsake - sheer bliss. Brilliant write
I am sorry for my belated comment, Sandra this is a precious keepsake!
Beautiful as the rainbow in the sky.... a promise of love to last! . Thanks for sharing. High mark. Regards.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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this is beautiful. I'm sorry I cannot offer anything else.. Always, Amberlee