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Lessons In the Breeze

Echoes roam these hallowed halls and for a moment I wished to run away into the darkness The last of her glow lies low to the west and I can barely feel her touch Once a warm summer's kiss on a sun soaked Lilly pad floating in a pristine pond Now relegated to rains falling down her comfort in a foreign land Echoes don't leave just yet for I will not chase haunted dreams but will gaze quietly upon her beauty and listen to the lessons in the breeze

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Paul Callus

Date: 10/2/2016 5:05:00 AM

This is one of your best, Tim, for I feel that it is based on reality and not fiction. Sometimes it's best for both not to "chase haunted dreams". Congratulations on a deserved podium finish! // paul

Jan Allison

Date: 10/1/2016 6:15:00 PM

cant believe I missed reading this gem before Tim - many congrats on your win:-) hugs Jan xx

Lu Loo

Date: 10/1/2016 10:37:00 AM

Tim, very profound poem you have written here- I really enjoyed it, I am loving reading poems I haven't got the chance to yet :) congratulations on your placement :)-luloo

Skat A

Date: 10/1/2016 9:13:00 AM

Tim, Congrats on your win. Stop by my blog "in a perfect world" and celebrate with a smile or two. With Hugs **SKAT**

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 9/26/2016 1:45:00 PM

From all situations there are lessons in the breeze... Both the good and bad memories in life...Even changes ...Changes bring so much more than change with them...indeed..This is a poem to read in between lines...Very deep.

Ravi Sathasivam

Date: 9/26/2016 7:53:00 AM

Wonderful write. Well penned. Enjoyed reading it. Thanks for sharing it.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 9/25/2016 8:41:00 PM

simply gorgeous, Tim. You are showing your talented quill here for sure!!

Daniel Turner

Date: 9/25/2016 8:19:00 AM

Sometimes it seems odd, how little things can stir a memory. A smell, how something feels to the touch, just that one particular memory. Nice write, as per usual, Tim

John Hamilton

Date: 9/25/2016 5:46:00 AM

I know I like it, you have such a way with words, just need to read it over and over and try to follow and understand the meaning, or maybe there is no meaning, just nice words, let me read it again. Lesson learned...I think.

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 9/25/2016 3:39:00 AM

- A gem, Tim - Wonderful - Best wishes for a delicious Sunday :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 9/24/2016 10:41:00 PM

Tim, Someone asked the other day, what kind of poems I like? This is how I like my poetry. By the way, how did you turn darkness into beauty? No wonder the feeling is to follow. A 7 all the way. soup mail. LINDA

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 9/24/2016 10:35:00 PM

Go Cowboys.... :):):):)

Arthur Vaso

Date: 9/24/2016 10:28:00 PM

Lessons in a rum palm breeze, I like this! :)