Fay Slimm

Rookie - 102 Points (Ageless. / in Cornwall U.K.)

The First Time. - Poem by Fay Slimm

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 about The First Time. by Fay Slimm

  • (11/28/2009 8:00:00 PM)

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

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  • (11/23/2009 5:42:00 AM)

    Passionately romantic poetry. Thanks. (Report) Reply

  • (11/16/2009 8:19:00 AM)

    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 (Report) Reply

  • (11/14/2009 4:08:00 PM)

    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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  • (11/14/2009 10:34:00 AM)

    A really lovely write Fay full of feeling 10 Daniel (Report) Reply

  • (11/14/2009 10:33:00 AM)

    so lovely fay and soft 10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 14, 2009

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 20, 2011

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