Old News Poem by Sandra Fowler

The setting, the words, and the mood create the right flavour, as usual.

Lovely poem, I like the rhythm you have here, it really helps convey the 'end of summer'feeling, that laziness, that apprenhension of the coming September. Favorite line: So little left of summer to dream on

A stunning poem, Sandra. The images of the vanishing summer, the upturned collar - these resonate with the passing train that is our life. Your Tuesday poems resonate on all days of the week. We autumn souls well understand your imagery. Every autumn is a victory, as the light balances the dark, and still we look forward to sunsets, however bleary-eyed age has made us. The smoke may hug the ground, but your kind ministrations lift us upward, our collars tweaked, our prayers offered to each other. - Will .

Like a beautiful leisurely walk across a fragrant meadow, you say what can be said and leave the ineffable in the silence between your lines. This silence ensures that nothing is left unsaid. Take care

Can I echoe what Will said, please? Sigh.... brilliant. Brilliant S. t x

A lone, nostalgic whistle in the hills, Tells me our train has come, the moment chills...great expression dear Sandra. It's a brilliant poem.

tender, heartbreaking.... almost cinematic

I'm putting this one right next to one of Emily Dickinson's epigrams. 'What Miracles the News is! Not Bismark but ourselves.'

It elicits a gentle chuckle from me that I do not understand but enjoy. Bill Grace

I'm a little late finding this one Sandra, it's all been said. I'll add you are an exceptional poet and I enjoy your work. Thanks for the wonderful read Sandra. --Melvina--