Sun played its last tune among yellow flowers.
Yesterday's shadow overtakes the field.
Dusk lays its burden down on old tin roofs.
Soundlessness is a song profoundly blue.
The smoke of supper fires is welcome now.
It warms the windowpanes with wests firelight.
Such brightness is a catalyst for verse
That talks a little winter with the earth.
Previously published, 'The World Poets Quarterly', China
And it is profoundly blue when sun played its l; ast tune............unique poem with unique imagery, that smacks of beauty, great write, thanks for sharing
This is a very unified poem, each line elegant and none superfluous. Talking a little winter to the earth - profoundly Blue, indeed. Melancholy oft leads to insights denied the relentlessly cheerful. In blue silence, wisdom may be found. - Will
dear sandral, i do love your poetry, they are always so creative and delicate they bring the readers to a realm stamped with sandra's dreams. keep on.
Fantastic dear Sandra. I love the way you express things... great!
a lovely picture mam...a soundless blue...wow...i don't know which line to marvel at...a beauty in words
a poem profoundly soft....'Soundlessness is a song profoundly blue...' a line blue royal...10 .
Sandra, you do stuff with words that seem so effortless and yet I know they're not! You truly are the most wonderful poetess. I love this, beautiful poem.... HG: -) xx
absolutely beautiful in every way. Love the last line of the 1st stanza. That one hit me more so than the rest, but they were all great
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I believe in the profound magic of your 'windowpanes'. MARVELLOUS. Susie xx