(1) Echoes Poem by Sandra Fowler

(1) Echoes

Rating: 3.2


I was picking flowers and you were praising smoke.
The echoes of that last time linger on.
Birds pieced from the gray quilt of the dusk
Sang mighty wholeness that is ever lost.

I held your face like summer in my hands.
The warmth was various, a rare suncut.
Wind played your tune through simple blades of grass.
You never heard it, but I hear it still.

Muse India

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Vaibhav Pandey 19 April 2009

ma'm...what a wonderful poem...you really capture mind and soul of a reader through your gems...like this one....10

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Mary Naylor 12 November 2008

Can you capture a dropp of eternity? I feel you have in this poem. 'I held your face like summer in my hands.' I'm glad I didn't miss reading that sentence.

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Sarwar Chowdhury 22 September 2008

I loved it bcoz created imagery have touched my heart and your style is beautifull..........10

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Chitra - 11 July 2008

A very beautifully crafted piece of work

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Bill Grace 15 September 2007

Sandra, P is for poet. O is for of. E is for exceptional. T is for talent. When you see POET in your comments you know I have visited. I always enjoy your work and am thrilled to have discovered you. Bill Grace

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Dr Dillip K Swain 24 October 2022

Your poetry sparkles in all dimensions! Great expression Sandra dear. Appreciated this wonderful poem.

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Iris Blue 22 December 2012

A wonderful blend of nature and nostalgia echo throughout taking the reader on a journey through a sequence of visuals where memories are recalled with such clarity. I particularly like the line 'birds pieced from the grey quilt of the dusk'...one to savour and re read.

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premji premji 03 March 2010

You never heard it, but I hear it still.............. i never forget it, but i hear it for ever.................

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Nivedita Bagchi SPC UK 14 January 2010

Wonderful …’… I held your face like summer in my hands….’ It’s you held warmth of bosom…well poemed… 10+ Ms. Nivedita UK

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premji premji 24 April 2009

usually sounds echoes... but visuals echoes unusually.....like minded people can listen to your heart...so poetic and deep love...........

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W. Columbia, WV, USA
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