That first kiss, that first love, that first time…
The Sunday Whirl blog invites writers to write a poem or short prose using some or all of the “wordle’s” 12 word.
This week’s words are:
The first ride
deserves wings; the soft pant
of which lies alongside the slaps and gasps;
where the snare of a blue instant
implodes love and life into
an exquisite unbalance;
yields everything that was,
everything that was thought to come,
just for today,
into sweet sublime dust.
Good stuff, but I often get the feeling that hindsight lets us think first time experiences of any kind were better than they actually were…
Give me a few minutes to think about your statement in the past tense and I will try to figure out if your statement is better now as I think about it, then it was when I read it.
My point (if I had one) is that each moment is experienced (first, everything in-between, and last) when it exists, in its fullest, and there is only that moment.
Now let us light some incense, breathing the eternal smells, and chant.
Stan may be right but it is still a momentous, life changing, unforgettable and precious event.
I think every moment is new and different, even if we repeat it a thousand times. I hope that makes sense. Nicely wordled, Randy.
I agree with you a thousand times over … of course, it makes sense.
And each moment is to be experienced as if it were the first time – because it is the first time for this moment.
To be repeated a thousand times over 😉
Love the lilt of the “sweet sublime dust”. Brevity and to the point. Good one Randy.
If it ain’t short and pointed, then what’s the point?
Did I say that right?