Deft Fingers Poem by Sandra Fowler

It is such a joy to gaze through the 'lens of' your 'imagery' Sandra. You have a special gift of combining the gentlest of melancholy with the beauty of nature's brush. 'One need not speak to be articulate./ I hear what you could never say aloud.' expresses a personal and universal truth with great clarity and eloquence. Thank you. love, Alison ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

I need not say that the poem is replete with suggestive imagery - expressivity is the mark of Sandra's poetry. These Beautiful lines take me beyond melancholy, into timeless mirth.

I feel it is always a gift to read Sandra Fowler. Her work seems to call me to that which is the best between men and women. Sharon Olds may be more visceral but I don't think we have anyone who is more transcendent in this area than Sandra. Bill Grace

It's so stunning in the beauty and complexity of its imagery.

deft fingers write great poems. very touching sandra.

with you Sandra, landscapes speak... and what music....!

Sunset, lenghtening shadows, colours of Autumn, the aura pregnant with warmth of a loved one- lovely poem and such vivid imagery. thanks Sandra, for such a beautiful poem. Warm Regards Mamta

Such warmth within this tender write Sandra, just beautiful. Best wishes, Andrew

Your visual perception, shades and colours are translated into words that express what cannot be articulated. Poetry aims at going beyond words using words. The reader as a silent lover who can understand and heal his own wounds. The miracle of art. Merry Christmas, Sandra.

a very warm and tender piece of work. thank you for reading love faded away and for your comment