STACIA LYNN REYNOLDS

STACIA LYNN REYNOLDS

THE WRITER’S WORDS

She writes with passion

She writes with fear

The exploding ink explodes with tears

Upon the page…

As her words pour

From deep within

Her heart cries

Her soul aches,

As her words are drawn.

Expressions not found in vocal utterances

But flows through her pen’s black ink;

The color she prefers to see

As she writes

Her emotions upon the page…

Her journey’s trials

As they move on from day – to – day.

Her pen is her emotional therapy

It is the tool within her hand;

The grasp is firm.

A natural place…

As she writes her words so full of grace,

Unlike her mind,

Which tends to race.

It is her peace through her seasons:

Seasons of sorrow

Seasons of joy

Seasons of peace

Times that explore…

Within her heart.

Her pen seems to find

What is hidden deep;

In different planes

At various times:

Six in the morning,

Noon,

Or at night…

Written on the pages,

Is her journey’s plight.

With exploding words

From passion or tears,

One may understand

Her walk through the years…

When her trials awake

Or when she puts them to sleep,

Either or

They are hidden deep.

No one may see looking outward,

But read between the lines,

She is very forward.

It is her art

Of emotional release

The passion

The tears,

Of her words;

Are her peace.

ABANDONED HEART-

UNREQUITED LOVE POEM

She walked along an empty street;

The darkness of night blanketing her soul.

Left destitute and depleted.

Once full of life;

A heart that beat strong

With passionate love,

Was now barren.

Exhausted, from the existence

Of a tragic romance.

She bestowed every depth of her being;

Extending her hand-

Finding an unanswered reply.

Her love overflowed

Into a vacant wasteland of idle words.

Foolishness, Foolishness

She cries;

To give herself away

To an idle n’ inexpressible rendezvous.

Intimacy proved-

Fruitless, Temporary, Forgotten

After the door shut behind him.

So, her heart bleeds

With every abandoned step;

Mixing with the tears

Of unrequited Love.

COMPLEX SIMPLICITY [THE ROSE]

Petals, red

As a beating heart

Feed by sun’s rays

Glistening with morn’s dew

Rooted in rich soil

Giving life, deep within

No hallow ground.

Stem, strong

Green, alive

Nature sings its beauty.

Protection, its thorns

Kept, radiance from harm

Those whose will’s steal

Capturing soft pedaled blooms

Only to retire when separated.

Whole, its parts; Strive

Yesterday's, today's and tomorrow's

Life giving beauty

Joyous solitude rooted deep

Bringing forth life;

State of repose, are

Petals, red.

©Stacia Lynn Reynolds

STACIA LYNN REYNOLDS