Tim Smith Poet Free verse

A Secret Message

A solemn scent of brioche scrapes along 
waking eyes and my freedom comes alive
morning songs of the sandpiper float around
as I revel in secrets that light the glowing sun

Irreplaceable memories dive deep and I struggle
for breath  to speak of past promises  longing to 
forget clouded nights pestered by petrichor pains
letting star-kissed memories disappear in the wind

Stretches and a friendly hello gather me back in
cappuccino fragments filter through the cracks
parchment paper visions elope with wistful daydreams 
dancing with feathered friends and tangled sunbeams

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Robert Warlov June 8, 2017 at 10:46 AM I can never keep them dang sunbeams straight!

Maria Williams June 7, 2017 at 11:15 PM Oh brioche and cappuccino, I'll have some more please!! Wonderful imagery in this secret message of yours Tim. I really love it.....Maria

Anne-Marie Coreggia June 7, 2017 at 10:01 AM Your poem reminded of the 'Madeleine' moment in Proust where perception can rekindle memories and make them come alive. Here, the scent of brioche and the 'friendly hello' seem to bring you back to the light of day where happier visions take over as you struggle to leave behind the 'irreplaceable memories' of a pain not yet healed. Amitiés

Lisa Ricci June 7, 2017 at 5:59 AM Good Morning Tim. Your Quatrains are lovely. Your Title is inspired which tells the reader to turn the page. Your words and expression all equal poetry. Honestly. I know you ended your entry with rhyming however I am glad and impressed that the remaining entry was not rhymed for this entry and expression did not require it. You made a wise choice. Allow me to say the secret message lies within the parchment paper for baking. Baking a relationship of love with all her aromas flavors and more. This is marvelous poetry. Be proud of it. It was an honor to read.

Sara Ella June 6, 2017 at 9:40 PM A secret message - I love them! Now I wonder what it could be! Beautiful imagery in this poem, Tim :)

Arthur Vaso June 6, 2017 at 9:15 PM Very touching, and yes know I see is 3-2, LOL There is beauty always in making another happy, I love when I see that! :)

Jean Murray June 6, 2017 at 5:17 PM Happy days but sad dreams?

Andrea Dietrich June 6, 2017 at 5:16 PM FANTASTIC imagery, Tim. Wow!!

Daniel Turner June 6, 2017 at 4:51 PM Just chillin' :) Enjoying the day. Great poem, Tim!

Heidi Sands June 6, 2017 at 4:05 PM Oh , this is so nice Tim. I really enjoyed this :)

Chris Green June 6, 2017 at 2:46 PM This is beautiful Tim. makes me wonder...what is the secret message and did they find it. :)

Anne-Lise Andresen June 6, 2017 at 2:05 PM - Who can avoid loving this beautiful poem ... I hear the bird song, Tim - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Darren White June 6, 2017 at 1:51 PM I love secret messages on parchment for feathered friends :) What a beautiful poem, love the image of tangled sunbeams... The second stanze especially speaks to me. Tim Smith June 6, 2017 at 1:54 PM Thanks for the inspiration my friend.

Dean Wood June 6, 2017 at 1:49 PM Must have been a lazy day off, because my work-day mornings are never this nice. Well done Tim! - Dean Tim Smith June 6, 2017 at 1:54 PM Thanks Dean...im off doing rehab so I am enjoying them while I still can.

White Wolf June 6, 2017 at 1:48 PM Tim, this is wonderful my friend! Is the word petrichor like after a long drought the first rain? Tim Smith June 6, 2017 at 1:52 PM It is the smell you get after that soaking rain.