Something So Fine Poem by Sandra Fowler

Something So Fine

Rating: 5.0


You must not look at me in failing light.
The measure of the moment is too bright.
The cold, gold sunset hurts my eyes tonight.

I will not listen to those panes of gray.
Touch was so articulate that day
The smoke of ironweed warmed resolve away.

Your West Virginia face was poetry.
I loved the hollows of its symmetry
Too much to know it could not shelter me.

There was something so fine about that hill,
Your old house standing bravely up to chill,
While white wind heaped dead leaves upon the sill.

Close your gray eyes the meaning is too plain.
They sing me Wednesday like an old refrain,
But sun will not stand still for that again.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jolanta Gradowicz 14 May 2006

It's really beautiful.

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Melvina Germain 15 December 2006

Yes, I agree with Charles, this is clearly an exceptional poem. I also agree with Nimal, I do believe you have a similarity describing love as does Neruda. Sandra you have penned another work of art. Thankkyou---Melvina

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Pia Andersson 11 February 2007

you write about love and there is something so fine with the way you do it... 'There was something so fine about that hill, Your old house standing bravely up to chill, While white wind heaped dead leaves upon the sill. Close your gray eyes the meaning is too plain. They sing me Wednesday like an old refrain, But sun will not stand still for that again.' When seeing is just not enough..You describe so many sides of love in your own way with such tenderness - and sadness With love Pia

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Alison Cassidy 31 December 2007

Regret and pain penned without resentment and yet with a deep sorrow. A moving tender-hearted poem. I believe the most beautiful poetry is inspired by the experiencing of profound anguish. This is beautiful. love, Allie xxxx

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Emancipation Planz 13 June 2008

Your Title says it all... pure poetry... I wish I could write in this style... aroha

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Dr Dillip K Swain 21 October 2022

Sandra, it's a brilliant poem. Top score! !

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Khairul Ahsan 20 July 2013

Your West Virginia face was poetry. I loved the hollows of its symmetry Too much to know it could not shelter me. Particularly this, and all other stanzas, create a melancholic symphony by touching the (I do not know which) cords of the heart! A soft music that plays on and on even when one is done with the reading part.

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Cindy Kreiner Sera 30 June 2009

An emotional write cloaked in sadness...beautifully written Sandra

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premji premji 15 May 2009

words..painfully dear to you and me.........

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Sonya Florentino 22 April 2009

the pain of letting go of something so fine, so beautiful... the anguish is searing....

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Sandra Fowler

Sandra Fowler

W. Columbia, WV, USA
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