Sandra Fowler

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

Mortality - Poem by Sandra Fowler

My friend, I think the sunset knows our names.
Old leaves are whispering them to windowpanes.
A Jew's harp wind plays the elusive dusk.
Blueness comes in like a compelling tide.

The August fingers of the western light
Is writing us into its history book.
You promise me that good-bye will be gold
And glorious as our mortality.

Copyright,2009, Sandra Fowler


Comments about Mortality by Sandra Fowler

  • Rookie - 213 Points Palas Kumar Ray (8/2/2009 10:41:00 AM)

    The golden moment comes with music in your poetry.I can as if visualize you visualizing the moment saying 'goodbye'. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Alison Mary Dunn (7/12/2009 3:44:00 PM)

    'You promise me that good-bye will be gold
    And glorious as our mortality'.

    Sandra, your poem brings great comfort to me, especially at this moment in time. I feel a sense of peace and reassurance that everything is going to be alright <3 reminding me just how wonderful poetry can be to the soul x With great respect, Ally (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Adi Cox (7/3/2009 2:01:00 PM)

    There is so much depth in your poem. I keep reading it over again and contemplating. Your phrases are thought provoking. To think that a sunset knows your names. This is autumn gold.10/10 (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Sarwar Chowdhury (7/1/2009 2:00:00 PM)

    ammmmmmazing indeed! .......10+ (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 12 Points premji premji (7/1/2009 12:18:00 AM)

    Sandraji,
    you live a poet's life fully....
    you are beyond words....... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 34 Points Naseer Ahmed Nasir (6/29/2009 9:13:00 AM)

    One of the bifid historical themetics of humankind is what
    man constructs and the other one what the Nature decides
    for the fate. The olden life seems to be waiting for a dignified
    end and the path described for it is very well lit in this poem.

    Best Regards
    Naseer (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Vinod Kumar (6/28/2009 10:33:00 AM)

    Wonderfull Mam, thanks,10+ (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 2 Points Wojja Fink (6/26/2009 7:54:00 PM)

    I can't imagine reading a more
    beautiful poem.

    Best wishes
    John (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 43 Points Obinna Eruchie (6/25/2009 10:18:00 AM)

    'My friend, I think the sunset knows our names./ Old leaves are whispering them to windowpanes./ A Jew's harp wind plays the elusive dusk./ Blueness comes in like a compelling tide.' Wonderful poem with vivid imagery especially the lines above. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie ****tamara Hanaring.****** , A Thought Mate, (6/25/2009 2:14:00 AM)

    wonderful one with so meaningful images... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Raveendran . (6/24/2009 4:16:00 AM)

    Sunset, has in its list our names
    Nature ever renews and rewrites and remains new
    It looks as if nothing has ever changed
    Yes, it is real gold to be part of it and to be aware. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 3 Points Sulaiman Mohd Yusof (6/24/2009 1:58:00 AM)

    The most significance moments of dying, should be beautiful as this! ! Excellent writes my dear Sandra. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 7 Points Deva De Silva (6/23/2009 10:38:00 PM)

    enjoyed the read... first two lines captured my heart.

    Deva (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 29 Points Robert Howard (6/23/2009 10:55:00 AM)

    There is great beauty and reconciliation in what you have given us here. Its mood reminds me of one of my favorite liturgical phrases 'the peace that passeth all understanding.' (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 794 Points Louis Rams (6/22/2009 9:55:00 PM)

    the sunset knows our names, old leaves are whispering them
    to windowpanes.
    that verse is showing the immortality of your words.
    excellent write, as always. another ten (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Alison Cassidy (6/22/2009 12:21:00 AM)

    How often does one hear the word mortality linked with the adjective 'glorious' - and yet you're absolutely right. Life would be so much the lesser were we all immortal - if we didn't live with the ever-present mystery that life and death hold in their hands. This poem expresses a kindly philosophical perspective, expressed with color and authentic metaphors. I particularly enjoyed your Jews harp - an unassuming little instrument with a distinctive sound - and your 'old leaves' whispering. Another glorious poem. Love, Alison ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 459 Points Uriah Hamilton (6/21/2009 6:32:00 PM)

    To tremble at the idea of disappearance and farewell. The human body is frail in the sad world but the spirit is a strong bird carrying a poem to God. God and I are both grateful for your poems.
    Uriah (Report) Reply

  • Rookie ~ Jon London ~ (6/21/2009 7:50:00 AM)

    Sandra, this is beautifully written my dear friend...it relaxes the reader bringing a loving warmth through your precious lines....stunning (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 47 Points Meggie Gultiano (6/21/2009 4:25:00 AM)

    You promise me that good-bye will be gold
    .......................
    I particularly love this line, Sandra.Good-bye will be gold because
    'hello' will come in..The two words are just precious in our life.

    I always love to read your write, Sandra.It's soothing words give me peace of mind.
    thank you for this sharing.
    Love always,
    Meggie (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Shashendra Amalshan (6/21/2009 3:17:00 AM)

    good bye are always tough ma'am.....i quote a part from a famous and one of my favourite songs

    Long Good bye - Ronan Keating

    ' I know they say if you love somebody
    You should set them free (so they say)
    But it sure is hard to do
    Yeah, it sure is hard to do And I know they say if they don't come back again
    Then it's meant to be (so they say)
    But those words ain't pulling me through
    Cos I'm still in love with you
    I spend each day here waiting for a miracle
    But it's just you and me going through the mill
    (climbin' up a hill)

    [Chorus]

    This is the long goodbye
    Somebody tell me why
    Two lovers in love can't make it
    Just what kind of love keeps breaking a heart?
    No matter how hard I try
    You're gonna make me cry
    Come on, baby, it's over, let's face it
    All that's happening here is a long goodbye'


    you said it well indeed..thanks for this one 10+++

    with lots of love shan (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 19, 2009

Poem Edited: Friday, July 3, 2009


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