Sandra Fowler

Rookie (February,4,1937 / W. Columbia, WV, USA)

A Word And A Flower

You claim my thoughts,
Though you have never seen your name in frost.
I think the window of a distant train
Still mirrors you like a poem in its glass.

Through strong, blue dusk,
You come to me with a word and a flower.
Snow to the eaves alone brings Wednesday back.
The only gold is in the sunset, Friend.

Previously published, 'Matinee', Germany

Submitted: Friday, November 23, 2007
Edited: Tuesday, July 12, 2011

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Naseer Ahmed Nasir (7/28/2010 4:29:00 PM)

    I have read this beautiful poem again and again and my feelings are same as of Yelena. This sunset gold is more precious than pure gold.
    Warm Regards

    Naseer (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 29 Points Robert Howard (6/2/2010 1:43:00 AM)

    This is quintessential Sandra magic - evocative and calming and a way that bring sense to our frenetic and perilous world. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Ashraful Musaddeq (11/21/2009 9:33:00 AM)

    Through 'the window of a distant train' it is obvious- someone is coming 'with a word and a flower'... always something very special with poetic aroma... best regards... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Aijaz Asif (11/15/2009 11:18:00 AM)

    so nice, beautiful and mind soothing write ma'am and you are so good in it, whenever i feel down i come and read your thoughts and a spark of hope starts breathing in my heart.....thanks for sharing many, many 10++++ and definitely added to my favs.

    asif (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Yelena M. (11/10/2009 4:18:00 PM)

    I had to read it many times to feel all its beauty and thought and emotion put into this poem by your hand. And now a sense of bluish haze and dreamy melancholy surrounds my evening. Thanks for sharing, Sandra
    Yelena M. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Raj Nandy (11/9/2009 8:33:00 AM)

    The only gold is in the sunset is true.
    After the darkest hours comes the dawn, -
    I wonder what lies beyond? !
    Let this light of dawn pierce our soul,
    For a glimpse of the Lord with all His halos to behold!
    -Raj (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Anand Madhukar (10/19/2009 10:13:00 AM)

    A wonderfully written piece with excellent use of imagery. Leaves the reader with an empty feeling in the heart. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Patrick A. Martin (9/9/2009 1:11:00 AM)

    I'm standing on a station watching a steam train rolling off into a distant golden sunset. I wonder if this means your poem has worked for me? 10 (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Raj Nandy (7/31/2009 1:46:00 PM)

    AND INFINITY IN AN HOUR '! We all need to be reminded of such eternal truths
    from time to time! Even that golden tooth of ours is left behind!
    -RAJ NANDY (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Cindy Kreiner Sera (4/22/2009 1:08:00 PM)

    How memorable...'Still mirrors you like a poem in its glass...' Poignant as only you can write Sandra. Thank you (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Sameer Ahmed (4/7/2009 7:45:00 AM)

    The image drawn is very picturesque and indulges the readers mind deep into it. Indeed the only gold is the sunset with its attractive crimson gold coloration all over the west............beaufitul poem...........10/10

    Best Regards
    Sameer (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Naseer Ahmed Nasir (4/3/2009 11:56:00 PM)

    I think the window of a distant train
    Still mirrors you like a poem in its glass......... This image has stuck to my mind. I went back in my memories when railway stations, trains, raised hands, waving handkerchiefs, prayers for a safe return, suns of kisses freezing on lips and empty benches on railway platforms and rail tracks haunted me a lot..... A beautiful poem which I will read and recite again and again especially in lonely Winter evenings because' the only gold is in the sunset' and the only treasure is ' a word and a flower '.

    Warm Regards
    Naseer (Report) Reply

  • Rookie premji premji (3/6/2009 12:03:00 AM)

    whenever i read you, images keep on floating in my mind for several days... now i am in that train and i hope it will not stop running...... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 3 Points Diana Van Den Berg (3/1/2009 12:27:00 AM)

    Sandra, in 63 years, I don’t think I have ever read a poem more slowly than I read this one (also in the numerous re-reads) . I clung to each image/concept/pondering, not wanting to let go, in spite of knowing that there would be more, but needing to let each one, in turn, seep into my soul and my bones and my bloodstream. And, ohhhhh, that title!

    It was like the luxurious exuberance of walking through an indigenous forest, wanting to enjoy every bit of every tree, rock, flower, animal and insect, to feed me spiritually, aesthetically, sensually and scientifically – and feeling that it is all too much and that I need a thousand years in each spot to enjoy it all properly.

    I don’t know how to thank Alison Cassidy for introducing me to this treasure chest (a clichéd and most inadequate metaphor) of your poetry, Sandra, which I shall dip into slowly and with deep pleasure, uncovering each jewel, turning it over in my hands, and breathing in its excellence, one at a time. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 687 Points Sadiqullah Khan (1/20/2009 11:51:00 PM)

    I like the imagery, specially 'seeing poem through the windows of train', , , its personal but still conveys distance, , short and poignant, , a 10 (Report) Reply

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