Tim Smith Poet Free verse

4th Floor Penthouse

Waves of blue extend as far as the eye can see
raising high above the leafless treetops I dwell
a turquoise statue rests in the parkway
broken kneecaps and fingers but I don't know who
is attributed this honor dressed in flags of red
I close my eyes and imagine the battle scar
at Fort Sheridan where settlers dreams came true
A black bird glides down upon this glory
the sun starts shining through the clouds
and my thoughts wander to visions of you

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Lisa Ricci April 2, 2017 at 1:59 AM Good Morning Tim. I turned to this entry not knowing what I would read. Reading your words of broken kneecaps and fingers I didn't know you needed medical attention. I hope you are mending and your pain level is low. I very much enjoyed the title. You were able to see humor in all the madness. And yes, you ended on a beautiful reflective thought and note. Hope all is well.

Chuck Melugin February 17, 2017 at 9:02 AM Tim Get well soon! By the way....Your muse is in excellent health!! May that sun shine on you! I loved this poetic painting! My best to you, chuck

Darren White February 16, 2017 at 11:13 PM That it a perfect description of that view! How apt... We'll see each other again soon, both home in no time :) Take care, my friend!

Arthur Vaso February 16, 2017 at 10:16 PM Its as if I have seen this view! I hope you are getting along and up and about real soon Tim!

Andrea Dietrich February 16, 2017 at 7:56 PM Lovely imagery, Tim. Tim Smith February 16, 2017 at 8:04 PM Thanks Andrea... That's the view from my hospital room

Sara Ella February 16, 2017 at 6:33 PM Lovely views of the Lake <3 It feels like I am sitting there with you :) Tim Smith February 16, 2017 at 8:03 PM Thanks Sara...They had me sitting in a chair by the window for most of the day...And that's my view

Daniel Turner February 16, 2017 at 2:58 PM Must be some view! Hoping you are well. I love this poem:) Tim Smith February 16, 2017 at 3:00 PM A little sore and tired but they are calling me their rockstar..: ))

Anne-Lise Andresen February 16, 2017 at 1:52 PM - A wonderful painting from your window, Tim - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Tim Smith February 16, 2017 at 2:30 PM Thank you A-L

Paul Callus February 16, 2017 at 1:41 PM I love your 'penthouse' view, Tim, and the ending! Regards // paul Tim Smith February 16, 2017 at 2:29 PM Thanks so much Paul

Charmaine Chircop February 16, 2017 at 1:40 PM You make us picture this view Tim.What a beautiful poem .. Tim Smith February 16, 2017 at 2:24 PM Thanks Charmu...My room is overlooking Lak e Shore Drive and Lake Michigan : ))

Chris Green February 16, 2017 at 12:01 PM This was very cool Tim, I like the directions this went and the scene we got to se through your words and the ending is superb. Really nicely done, very creative and imaginative. Tim Smith February 16, 2017 at 12:51 PM Thanks Chris. The is what I am looking out at from my chair.