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Tears Trickle On a Thursday

Shaded from sunlight and the choices made not having a choice impoverished in a material world worthless in a time of finding self worth Prices slashed at the thrift store thrifty they abhor thoughts want to slash much more The newest designer jeans shaking of imperial thighs then I notice mine shaking in the back I hide Twenty dollars for this another ten for that when will it ever end A moth in a jar of butterflies imperfect in a perfect world can anyone hear my cries Tears trickle on a Thursday will this flower ever grow

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Jean Murray

Date: 11/4/2016 4:16:00 PM

This reminds me of my first boyfriend. I was wearing jeans that had shrunk in the wash. A large nappy pin was holding them together at the top. I was terrified the pin would open ... So terrified, he had to tell me to "Quit humming" mid kiss. The song was Daniel, by Elton John.

Lim'Rik Flats

Date: 11/4/2016 9:31:00 AM

Your PO's usually rattle my cage, this one took my head off! Triple wowsas ~ j

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 11/4/2016 8:04:00 AM

As always your words shine.

Arthur Vaso

Date: 11/3/2016 9:28:00 PM

This about the Cubs, right? :)

Arthur Vaso

Date: 11/3/2016 9:28:00 PM

Seriously, this is a very contemplative write!

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 11/3/2016 7:32:00 PM

Tim you described very well the pressures that society makes, especially on the young. I taught my children to grow up being thankful for what they had by being aware of those who had much less. 'A moth in a jar of butterflies' what a great analogy this is Tim. 7 ; )

Elaine George

Date: 11/3/2016 3:37:00 PM

We have all been made to feel inadequate if we don't wear those designer jeans. How sad that our worth is measured in this modern day society by material things. Were have all our values gone???? Sensational writing my friend. Lainey

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 11/3/2016 3:00:00 PM

There are many thoughts penned very well in this poem, Tim. I will probably never forget the "shaking of imperial thighs." What an image! Everything costs more and more, except for love. It is best when given freely. Excellent, my friend!

Caroline Smith

Date: 11/3/2016 2:51:00 PM

Very talented Tim!

Tim Smith
Date: 11/3/2016 2:54:00 PM

Thank you Caroline

Paloma P

Date: 11/3/2016 2:46:00 PM

I do love your free verse, and I think everyone is in agreement, do love that butterfly verse, not to mention 'imperial thighs' although they're all outstanding Tim. 7+

Tim Smith
Date: 11/3/2016 2:51:00 PM

Thank you Paloma. I do feel most comfortable writing free verse but I do enjoy many of the other forms.

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 11/3/2016 1:12:00 PM

A moth in a jar of butterflies..does stand out Tim..and will get noticed..or for being different amd less..or for being unique with a mind of his own... Tim many times its the parents 'fault that kids act this way..wanting to be another twin of their friemd..We.are not empgasising.of.whats most important for our kids..We spend money on them but not our time...We are creating identical robots.Sad..Very powerful.

Tim Smith
Date: 11/3/2016 1:21:00 PM

Time is so important and I see so many parents guilty of not freely giving of it. I try to give mine as much time as possible. I know Chri is lucky you are there for her. Thanks Charma

Charmaine Chircop
Date: 11/3/2016 1:13:00 PM

Emphasising was the word..Oops...: )

Demetrios Trifiatis

Date: 11/3/2016 12:00:00 PM

When one reaches that level of sensitivity difficult it is to deal with reality without tears trickling from his eyes! Wonderfully done my friend, Tim!

Tim Smith
Date: 11/3/2016 12:07:00 PM

Thanks Demetrios. I was trying to look at the world in the eyes of a teen.

Chris Green

Date: 11/3/2016 11:59:00 AM

Wow Tim, "A moth in a jar of butterflies" What a brilliant and killer line. The entire poem flows in sadness but that line say it all. To feel out of place, out of sorts and out of her world. Gorgeous piece of writing.

Tim Smith
Date: 11/3/2016 12:06:00 PM

Thanks Chris...I was inspired to write on this subject by DT's blog.

Heidi Sands

Date: 11/3/2016 11:03:00 AM

Wow Tim. Very powerful poem. I can feel it. May you be blessed!

Tim Smith
Date: 11/3/2016 12:04:00 PM

Thank you Heidi