Perfect Storm

I had you at the height of your poem.
Green thundered in the silence of itself.
I think our moment had its perfect storm,
Though it existed in a shadow tune.

A feeling older than Methuselah
Brings back your Slavic mood with every spring.
I treasure April as I would a Psalm.
Distance, my friend, is rare and ripe for praise.

Previously published, 'The World Poets Quarterly', China

by Sandra Fowler

Comments (24)

I treasure April as I would a psalm- this one line says all that you felt for your friend Sandra. you say it with such reverence, and the beauty is that you call the poem Perfect Storm. how peace and quiet descends after a storm has blown away... April in your part of the world heralds spring, such contrasting images all in eight lines as always a pleasure to read Affectionate Regards Mamta
these emotion rich eight lines show how treasure like you value a friend a poem and memories you like, sandra! *10*
a beautiful imagery put in the context of nature and emotion... I think our moment had its perfect storm, Though it existed in a shadow tune. .................................................an impressive metaphor to reveal the feelings **Abha**
Stunning! I love storms and I love this poem. Agree with W Grace, that line in particular stood out for me... HG: -) xx
i really love this poem sandra. there is always so much to look forward in your poem. every verse intrigues.. and leads on. thanks for this.
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