Appalachian Blue Poem by Sandra Fowler
Appalachian Blue
Friend, let us touch each other with warm words.
Deep in the thicket, hear the evening birds
Talk of old sunsets quite content to be,
No more than what the naked eye can see.
I think our letters fight their way through air,
Over patched roofs that seem to gladly bear,
That little light that winter has to give.
However sparingly, the feelings live,
To travel safely through prevailing space,
Making their statement with a kind of grace,
That interlocks the music of landscape,
Within the magic of its own escape.
Dear Sandra, Appalachian Blue is a lovely penning rich in imagery, in melody and in rhythm. A ten without a doubt! Blessings, Debora
Today I travelled through the verses of your poem to a place, a paradise I have never been before. Please take me again to another place, where only your words can be my vehicle. Really enjoyed reading this poem.
another lovely poem sandra, very well said. I can hear those birds, and see every thing that you have penned, now that is good writing for some one to do that.
I think our letters fight their way through air....this hyperbolic expression makes this piece endearing dear Sandra!
to me you fit in with all those fantastic American female poets, including Emily Dickenson. you are a constant joy and comfort to read. friendly greetings, john
Hi Sandra - another masterpiece. Three quatrain stanzas with perfect iambic paentameter and a consistent a a b b rhyming pattern. There are young poets in PH looking for poems with a classic form - metre - rhyme and that have a beautiful rhythm when recited. I have no hessitation in directing them to SANDRA FOWLER! The subject of the poem WORDS is very apposite for a POET of your calibre because, despite all the constraints of form - metre - rhyme, you come up with perfect word every time. This drives the 'free versers' wild! In verse one you emphasise the importance of 'Warm Words' to cement a friendship. The comparison with 'birdspeak' is elegant. The mention of LETTERS, in stanza two, is nostalgic because in these days of the internet - email - telephone letter writing is a lost art. I just wish still had a copy of every letter I have ever written or recieved. The last verse is masterly it elegantly evokes the beauty of a FREIND LETTER - these are often more emotional than mere LOVE LETTERS. I cannot paraphrase verse three so I'll just quote it - sublime. To travel safely through prevailing space, Mking their statement with a kind of grace, That interlocks the music of the landscape, Within the magic of its own landscape. Thank you for another perfect poem - you are so so lovely. Love in Poetry - JOHN.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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