Treasure Island

Sandra Fowler

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

Autumn Friends


If one could bridge the distance with a word,
A journey would become a pilgrimage.
Elegant letters slant across the page.
My leaf has found a home upon your coat.

My kind critic, I think it is our fate
To meet in stanzas of my poetry.
Simile and metaphor must be our bond
Until autumn blows one of us away.

Our rare rapport is irreplacable.
Old moods glimmer on sills like fallen stars.
My little leaf says thank you every day.
It comforts me to know it traveled safe.

'With my compliments to Mukund Dave for
all his eloquent reviews'

Submitted: Monday, July 06, 2009
Edited: Friday, June 24, 2011

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  • Naseer Ahmed Nasir (7/28/2010 4:13:00 PM)

    If one could bridge the distance with a word,
    A journey would become a pilgrimage.

    Your poetic journey is becoming a pilgrimage, Sandra.
    Regards
    Naseer (Report) Reply

  • Nikunj Sharma (12/29/2009 2:52:00 AM)

    # If one could bridge the distance with a word,
    A journey would become a pilgrimage...........
    A grand opening Sandra - philosohical and dubbed in reverence for words and poetry...lovely phrase, dont blame me if you find it used in my poems someday...

    # Simile and metaphor must be our bond
    Until autumn blows one of us away.............this streakes out of life and the experiences that we have...great lines constructed out of simple words here...amazing work....

    # Our.....................
    My little leaf says thank you every day.
    It comforts me to know it traveled safe
    ..........the last stanza is full of love, sensibility, passion, imagination and human bonding....each word of this poem sparkles....great poem indeed... (Report) Reply

  • Mamta Agarwal (11/19/2009 7:24:00 AM)

    if one could bridge the distance with a word,
    A journey would become a pilgrimage

    reading your verses is like a pilgrimage itself, for it touches the deepest core of my being, uplifts and fills with reverence.

    love and regards

    Mamta (Report) Reply

  • Val Morehouse (9/26/2009 11:05:00 AM)

    What a welcome moment this poem about writing and poetry made for me this morning. I am delighted by it. Please try my poem Host, which is also about writing poetry but from a different angle.

    Val (Report) Reply

  • Will Barber (7/26/2009 11:58:00 PM)

    This is a beautiful poem, a privilege to read, dear friend. I only wish that I had words to adequately praise your verse. Each leaf of your elegant writing contains a world. I am sure that friendship outlives the body, and transcends the physical world. Thank you for this tender poem.

    It goes straight to my heart.

    - Will (Report) Reply

  • Ken E Hall (7/20/2009 6:54:00 AM)

    Wow what a beauty, felt I was floating on a magic carpet of a leaf and was floating round the forest watching you and then you was gone with the autumn wind, , , , , , luvli stuff what are friends for++++10
    regards (Report) Reply

  • Palas Kumar Ray (7/19/2009 11:54:00 PM)

    May I shorten my comment by agreeing with what Alison Cassidy wrote on this poem word by word. I am sure I could not explain myself better than him.Let us be friend until we are Blown away. (Report) Reply

  • Naseer Ahmed Nasir (7/18/2009 9:31:00 PM)

    Poetry is like words written on the tablets of the wind and it flows on the gust of mushroomy patterns of wind. Only a sensible, poigent and friend like critic can grasp and conceive the depth and beauty of the versification.
    The first stanza is really very elegant and indeed the journey of words is like a pilgrimage. The streamline flow of your poetic themes is again very apparent from this gem like poem, Sandra.

    Best Regards
    Naseer (Report) Reply

  • Alison Cassidy (7/18/2009 3:25:00 AM)

    There is something quite sacred about this poem, Sandra. The first couplet sets the mood of pilgrimage and leaf fall and the leaf becomes a poignant metaphor for a long and far away friendship - 'My leaf has found a home upon your coat.' A sublime tribute from one poet friend to another.
    'Until autumn blows one of us away' certainly brought a lump to my throat. Love, Alison ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ (Report) Reply

  • Cristy Upshaw (7/16/2009 8:17:00 AM)

    wonderfully written. your words are superb and you portray such beauty in your imagery. pal kumar ray, from all poetry, referred me to you. said we write similar. I dnt have any poems on here, but I do at all poetry under mistress leala. anywho, I really enjoyed reading this particular one and will be reading more in the future. magnificent write. (Report) Reply

  • Smiley Hooker (7/15/2009 9:30:00 AM)

    Your thoughts spoke for us. Friends and good poetry remain even when season's changed. Wonderful indeed! : -) (Report) Reply

  • Original Unknown Girl (7/15/2009 4:50:00 AM)

    Very very pretty poem. Loved the sills with fallen stars. You always paint such gorgeous pictures with your words Sandra. HG: -) xx (Report) Reply

  • Adeline Foster (7/13/2009 6:28:00 PM)

    I have to say Autumn Friends is a great piece of poetry. Every line is in place and you do know the value of spelling. This one I do appreciate.
    Adeline (Report) Reply

  • ~ Jon London ~ (7/12/2009 12:05:00 PM)

    Out of this world Sandra, everything about this superb written poem is dazzling....brilliant show of your wonderful talent....10++++ (Report) Reply

  • Andrew Blakemore (7/11/2009 3:53:00 AM)

    A beautifully written piece of work Sandra, you have bridged the distance to each and every heart. Love, Andrew x (Report) Reply

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