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Through the Painted Window

Shards of light filter my heart pulling back the black leaving streaks . . . of joy Where hope was lost . . . life breathes

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Caycay Jennings

Date: 10/9/2016 9:36:00 PM

This poem breathes, Tim - it touches me with simple words that tell the truth about one step in healing, one truth that eventually happens to repair an injured, but willing heart. Simply beautiful ... CayCay

Arthur Vaso

Date: 10/8/2016 12:35:00 AM

Now this is different, I like it!

Jan Allison

Date: 10/7/2016 7:42:00 PM

gosh a real change to your usual style Tim and I love it:-) Its great to step out of your comfort zone as I have done recently in a couple of poems and not use humour:-) hugs jan xx

Constance La France

Date: 10/7/2016 5:54:00 PM

Tim, I am l o v I n g this write so much, you know I adore creative poems, well done ~

Chris Green

Date: 10/7/2016 1:31:00 PM

This one really slips into the darkness nicely. The imagery in your poem is beautifully rendered. Really nice Tim.

Daniel Turner

Date: 10/7/2016 1:25:00 PM

Pretty deep for a country boy, Tim. I'm with nette. Is this the new you? I love different:) Variety is the spice of life!

Nette Onclaud

Date: 10/7/2016 11:02:00 AM

ohh, a different version of you, tim... i like your lightly dark piece hands down!..huggs