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:
Loving You
The first ride
is blessed,
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.
Randy Mazie
The Writer's Village 
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.
Randy 😉
Stan may be right but it is still a momentous, life changing, unforgettable and precious event.
well said….
Randy
I think every moment is new and different, even if we repeat it a thousand times. I hope that makes sense. Nicely wordled, Randy.
Pamela
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.
Randy.
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?
Randy 😉
fun!
yes!