Into the Light (Ethereal Poetry, Hope, Redemption, Love)

In "Poetry, Like Love", Lynda tells us that "poetry, like love, cannot be forced or left gathering dust...It must be nurtured, given room to bloom flowing in perfect rhythm to the shape of a heart". Lines such as "I knew fate when it fluttered in grasping it by the wings" ("After The Kiss") and "his gaze met my glimmer, poetic spirits entwined spilling love in gentle lyric" ("A Certain Symmetry") are only a few examples of the ethereal quality of Lynda's poetry. In her title piece,...
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In "Poetry, Like Love", Lynda tells us that "poetry, like love, cannot be forced or left gathering dust...It must be nurtured, given room to bloom flowing in perfect rhythm to the shape of a heart". Lines such as "I knew fate when it fluttered in grasping it by the wings" ("After The Kiss") and "his gaze met my glimmer, poetic spirits entwined spilling love in gentle lyric" ("A Certain Symmetry") are only a few examples of the ethereal quality of Lynda's poetry. In her title piece, "Into the Light", she tells us that she "always wanted [her] own garden. Well, she has it, and it is alive and well in this book. It is a garden she has tended to with loving care. We not only see it in her romantic poems, but in her loving messages to her children with poems such as "Leaving Imprints", in which she urges them to "Run throw flowers, wild; carve your message in the sands" and "Step softly through tears joining hands and seasons where time flies". We would all do well to heed this advice. Finally, Lynda tells us that "Some say romance lives only in old movies and novels". Not so; it is alive and well, and lives in Lynda's poetry.