The First Time. Poem by Fay Slimm

The First Time.

Rating: 5.0


As the strip of fire edges its way
Over the backcloth of night's dark bay,
And makes horizon afterglowed
With sunset's bed of reds, echoed,

I think of the first time with you.

As the while collared waves, washed clean
And unrollling themselves, give meaning
To romantic scenes as this, gliding
Atop waiting sands, shyly uniting,

I think of the first time with you.

This rope of togetherness might
Well snap under stress of being too tight,
So must be loosened, yet until then,
As I feel the bond of need again,

I think of the first time with you.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Carol Gall 14 November 2009

so lovely fay and soft 10

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Patti Masterman 28 November 2009

Wow, so much power and rhythm in this one (just like the emotion you've captured in here) .

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Marvin Brato 23 November 2009

Passionately romantic poetry. Thanks.

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Georgia Girl 16 November 2009

This is so graceful and loving, of trying to let go just a little to ease the pain, and yet it rises with the bond...10

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David Harris 14 November 2009

Fay, this poem creates a warm glow inside that radiates as you read it. Top marks and thanks for sharing this with us my friend. Hugs David

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Daniel Kempson 14 November 2009

A really lovely write Fay full of feeling 10 Daniel

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Fay Slimm

Fay Slimm

in Cornwall U.K.
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