STACIA LYNN REYNOLDS
FIRST LOVE
A period of time; suffocating
Darkness; squeezed n’ consumed in
thickened mire
A misconstrued, deluded, dark
molding
Therefore, perceived within,
hardening in fire
A place of loneliness and
confusion.
Lost on a past road of sinful
nature
Failed ethics n’ demoralization
Far from grace, and life once holy
and pure.
A form- gruesome; afar
questionable:
Disembodied, shadowing spiritual
state
Decisions exploding the inner mold
Screaming; no uttered word can find
its escape
Falling, upon tattered and bruised
knees.
Looking skyward, heavenly peace;
searches
Crying out from deep within;
tormenting pleas
A vision, of the cross- his hand
reaches
A familiar feeling washing over
Of unconditional love; Lost now
found
Refuge know; under his protective
cover
Leaning not upon own strength; A
mind now sound.
Acceptance again found in heaven
above
Lost; Found within the arms of The
First Love.
EYE TO EYE
Eye to Eye
Mind to Mind
To grasp a deeper
Part of understanding.
Eye to Eye
Heart to heart
Meanings are profound,
Compared to mere simplicity.
Eye to eye
Soul to soul
The beauty of intelligence,
And esteem of thought.
Eye to eye
Touched to relish
Moonstruck by actual
Exquisite perception.
Eye to eye
Courtesy to notice
The extraordinary worthiness
Of intellectual ingenuity.
Eye to Eye
Being to Being
Illuminated perception
Of passion captured
From mind- to heart- to soul and
thought
Eye to eye
THE WALK
A walk through the woods
A sweet gentle breeze
Seems this point in time
Will never seize
Hand in hand
As sun beams
Peek through
Spaces
In between branches
Of bending
And reaching
Trees.
Beams of light
Warm our face.
Hand in hand
An embrace
Into love, eternal bond
To cherish an unbroken walk.
A walk
Embarked on
Various trails
And extraordinary
Journeys
Of
Ups- downs- turns- curves.
Through the course
Or unknown odysseys,
The same sunlight beam shines down
Through bending
And reaching
Of the trees.
A tender breeze continues
Through the walk in the woods
And captures what will always be
A beauty perceived
To be
The beauty of you and me.
STACIA LYNN
REYNOLDS
Poet Stacia, "First Love" took me by suprise. Expecting a "first Love"...can be as "perennial as the grass"* (*Max Eherman, from the Desiderata). I thought it was beautiful. As "The Walk"...as many conversations, words shared through our steps in nature. Love can grow from many shared words, shared steps. Only sometimes you don't know "when" or "how"? Enjoyed your Poems !
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