Evening Flight Poem by Sandra Fowler
Evening Flight
The lemon lady fingers of the sun
Lay ribbons of pale mercy on the cold.
Silk birds like kites lift dreams as high as smoke.
The music of the moment lives on hope.
Gray roofs are steeping thickly to the west.
Snow flakes like ghosts fall softly through the mind.
I feel the shelter of your shadow hand
Stroking my trembling wings for evening flight.
Previously published: Paris/Atlantic, France
This is one poem that enables the reader to let their minds fly and soar, interpreting it as they will - I love the way it is both complex and simple and demands more than one read to fully absorb the richness of the imagery created. Warmest wishes, Justine.
Aapke Talent Ko salaam. This poem looks simple but has so much meaning to it....loved your choice of words that associate with colours :) Preets
How beautiful your imagery across these lines! You are a true architect of life, mastering the power of words and feelings, emotions. I also feel 'the shelter of your...powerful hand.' Warmest regards, Maria
Imagery outstanding and words superb - final lines made me tremble...well done Sandra - again and again
Dear Sandra, Very especial, internal the secret is carried by these evening flight.. 10.... All the best, Tsira
Your poems are always based in reality, and your reality is so hauntingly beautiful!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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sandra, many of your poems are very challenging to read.