You played the rain on your old mandolin.
A rusted roof laid shelter on my heart.
Song wove a weather coat out of a cloud.
The poem was as frail as daffodils
Against the silent, closing doors of dark.
Previously published, 'Skylark', Purdue University Calumet
this is class imagery ma'm....your poems have soothing impact....great.....10
dreams on paper.. amazing lovely expression n ur words are soothing -mel
The most eloquent piece of perfection, like a fountain, your poems flow..., just reading the title soothes. Really so beautiful Sandra, a balm for the soul. Thank you
Medley of melody with blend of romance…fantastic imagery… congrats for sharing…Sandra Ma’am Ms. Nivedita UK 10/10 PS Clicked 'MPL' n
this is romantic and stimulating Sandra....subtle yet strong in its intent and meaning..melodious in its music...sweet as a maestro's flute...wow is the word for this....
...And opened the doors of the Mind, Nice situation, thanks 10+
Gorgeous, delicate weave of words into pictures. HG: -) xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a fascinating poem! You encompass so much in five exquisite lines. Beauty, nostalgia, intimacy, and grace. Your flair for metaphor is inspired, Sandra. Love, Alison ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥