Stanzaic Stylings

Musings from the Heart by Lynn Long on Cyberwit A symphony of words is the only way I can describe this lyrical collection of poetry. Lynn has mastered the art of weaving words as lyrical liaisons in perfect cadence.  The ebb and flow in each poem is in perfect timing with the rhythm of the poem.  These poems should be set to music.  Each piece has you looking straight into the heart and soul of the poet and experiencing love, loss, triumph and life through a beautifully penned lyric. Here are a couple of my favorites which so eloquently describe her work and artistry. As the Dawn Breaks May I dream of you before I wake May I feel your love as the dawn breaks In peaceful slumber I wait for you To hold me close To feel my truth For our love exists amid the stars In celestial wonder and worlds afar Across the distance of space and time A parallel universe within my mind In vulnerability love transcends In euphoric harmony we begin Ou

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From  More At-Bats for Casey , Casey poems in other forms, other strategies, etc. Casey at the Bat, Positionig The outlook wasn't rosy for the Mudville nine that day, trailing four to two with only one inning more to play When Cooney made the first, and then Barrows the second, out, a few dejected fans began to slowly file out But Flynn hit a single and Blake followed with a double; the opposing pitcher was now in a bit of trouble And a conference was held on the mound to address just that: our Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat Two quick strikes on him would have been a matter of dispute had the ump behind the plate not been one of good repute Now Casey readied himself by waving the stick of ash; the result of the next pitch was a mighty Casey smash Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright, and somewhere bands are playing and somewhere the hearts are light But right here in Mudville our hearts are sadly ca