Inside the Glow

By Marilyn Stacy

These poems by Marilyn Stacy create a wildflower bouquet as she shares her stories of life and death, childhood and adulthood, love and heartache, home and travel, friends and family—commonalities that unite us all.
But throughout her poems there is a “fullness of joy” that allows her to transcend everyday experiences and gather greater truths. Her own words say it best, “Life swirled around me in all its glory.”
~~Linda Banks, past president of Poetry Society of Texas

When you step “Inside the Glow,” you step into a dimension of relationships, friendships, and a sense of worship. Her inner glow shines out through these poems about her mother, children, family, friends, pets, humor, and angels.
~~Barbara Blanks, last president/editor of A Galaxy of Verse, and author of Resisting the Ground, plus five other books.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jun 21, 2019
• ISBN: 9780359741601

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Inside the Glow

Inside the Glow

Prize Winning Poems

by

Marilyn Stacy

Copyright 2019 by Marilyn Stacy

First eBook Edition

ISBN 978-0-359-74160-1

No part of this book may be reproduced in any way without written permission from the author, except for reviewers who may quote brief passages in a review.

Other books by Marilyn Stacy:                                                           Along the path                                                                        Dreams…and other altered states of consciousness                            Sometimes you have to laugh…a poet’s look at cancer                        Beyond the horizon

Just Beyond View

The author may be contacted at: [e-mail]

Special thanks to Barbara Blanks for her helpful editorial suggestions and technical assistance in completing this book.

For Amber and Ashley

Catching Fresh Breezes

catching fresh breezes

eagles glide on unmarked paths

celebrating life

Stockpiling Love

I savor those memories

of long-ago lazy Saturdays,

exploring the changing

late autumn woods

with my two best friends       

wading barefoot

across the clear, cold stream.

The crystal clear air is sliced

by our shrieks of laughter

and we catch the faint whiff

of burning leaves

mixed with the rich, dank scent

of those caught in the roots

of trees half hanging over the water.

At day’s end, we race toward home.

The softening light of late afternoon sun

paints shadows on cracked sidewalks,

chalk-decorated with childhood’s games

and I feel the fullness of joy

that comes with each first glimpse of home.

I run across the late-flowering side yard,

vault up seven wooden stairs

to the green-painted back porch,

push open the door and step into

the sweet kitchen smell of love

that instills warmth and comfort

deep within to sustain me

through all the winters to come.

Early Bloomer

On her first day of kindergarten

the little girl put her arms around

a frightened boy crying for his mother

and said, It’s O.K. honey, 

I’ll take care of you.

At eight, she asked her grandmother

to take her along on visits

to the nearby nursing home

so she could help the men and women

who didn’t see so well anymore,        

or couldn’t move fast enough

to keep up with the bingo numbers.

She’d visit them in their rooms

and sit smiling, listening,

enjoying their pleasure

as they told their stories—

her love, a gift without condition. 

Watching her blossom was delight,

like discovering first wildflowers

peeking out of late winter snow,

or running under a double rainbow

through soft summer showers.

A Rose is Still a Rose

What’s in a name? 

Shakespeare wrote;

That which we call a rose

by any other name

would smell as sweet.      

Her eyes follow the small child

skipping down the hallway

looking for the elderly lady

who rides in a wheelchair

distinguished

by silver, racing-car spokes.

She had warned the smiling