Sandra Fowler

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

Sandra Fowler Poems

1. Filigree 11/3/2005
2. Diminishing 1/26/2006
3. I Look Through Broken Windows 5/20/2006
4. The Great Intangible 6/17/2006
5. Silence Is Broken 4/14/2006
6. I Hold You In The Lyric Of My Thoughts 4/16/2006
7. Primeval Of All Flame 2/23/2006
8. To Be Continued.... 12/8/2005
9. Summer With No Words 12/7/2005
10. Killing Frost 5/20/2006
11. Pure Flight 10/2/2006
12. I Think Light Breaks 11/17/2005
13. Compelling Light 4/2/2007
14. As I Count Your Days 3/30/2006
15. Paisley Patterns 3/23/2006
16. Redemption 12/6/2005
17. Queen Of The Meadow 7/20/2007
18. Evening Flight 5/9/2006
19. Appalachian Gray 4/2/2007
20. Spare Sound 9/1/2007
21. Color Cannot Survive 3/23/2006
22. White Tune 10/14/2007
23. The Winning Of The Dusk 5/7/2007
24. An Enclave 3/12/2007
25. Simplicity 12/21/2005
26. The Sky Is Falling 5/9/2006
27. Old Pictures 1/30/2007
28. How Like A Candle 4/10/2006
29. Weightless As Shavings 12/27/2005
30. Dissonance 7/19/2008
31. The Journey Is A Picture 11/12/2005
32. Warmth Is A Burden 4/28/2006
33. Night Vision 9/23/2007
34. Shadow Road 8/9/2007
35. Sun's Last Grace 11/24/2005
36. The World Is Winter 12/8/2005
37. An Iron Gray Day 4/28/2006
38. What Is Infinitesimal? 9/23/2007
39. You Played The Rain 3/20/2008
40. Perfect Storm 3/20/2008
Best Poem of Sandra Fowler

(1) Before The Music Ends

Words paint a fragile picture of the dusk.
I think them to a poet far away.
The light shines dim upon my windowpane.
A few tears fall like blue rain in the mind.

Our time has been short listed by sunset,
No matter that the weather has its way,
The stresses live within their measurement,
And distance is a gift we give ourselves.

This moment is designed to be as spare
And elegant as winter's old, gnarled trees.
I trust you to translate my whispers, Friend
And send them back before the music ends.

Read the full of (1) Before The Music Ends

Filigree

Frail April snow, the blue smoke of old moods,
And filigree of nailprints on the mind,
A shadow paints the windowpane of dreams,
That young God-Man who gave Himself for spring.

Previously published in my book, 'The Colors Cry In Rain'.
Apollo Books, Inc.

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