Weightless As Shavings Poem by Sandra Fowler

hope comes alive with work. good work sandra. thanks or dropping by my house.

Yours poems only improve when I reread them. This is - well, just wonderful and original.

You have encapsulated the power of the imagination and the pleasure of the simple things in life so beautifully Sandra.

I see a simple soul lingers in the weightless sky as a shaving and forgets the mischievous time.

Wonderful picture and sentiment. It says to me that we all have our dreams, and something is able to take us there, whether it be carving, painting or poetry. Patrick

I did not only visualize the scene but sat alongside the old man, felt his joy - saw the bird fly as did he...beautifully written

My friend L&T said it best, as she always does. Beauty is something a poet must create in order to qualify. This poem is pure in it's Beauty. GW62

A truth of life so beautifully and gently potrayed. Take care

time fell weightless as shavings on his knee....WHAT an astute image! You have done many things with this poem, Sandra. He may not be able to fly as a bird, but his heart has, and always will. I was sitting with this man, watching him carving that little bird. You put me in the chair next to him. Great going! ! ! xxElysabeth

Through you I was not only able to see the old man in his world, but I felt I was able to reach out and touch his soul. The relationship between the carved wooden bird and the old man, was heart melting.