Adrift

it leaps as if another world was dawning My smile fills a cavern of emptiness left to carry the loss of you I see Reflections only of Pure Loveliness Silk strokes of heaven Smooth Curves surround my void Holding me Together I am one with you hands cascade across this body and it is your touch I feel inching its way into my dream unseen for too many moons I all but blink and ... The bath has turned frigid Resting where Flickers of light once had blown Rings of rust are all that's left Rushed emotions entangled Fade Crisp the night again My mind has gone adrift

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Anne-Marie Coreggia

Date: 4/19/2017 9:30:00 AM

I love this beautiful tender poem shrouded in sadness at the thought of the still vivid but soon perhaps fading memories from an inconsolable loss. Amitiés

Sara Ella

Date: 4/18/2017 10:55:00 PM

Those dreams <3 Your words have shown us a the very best of dreams and I hope that your dreams come true :)

Lisa Ricci

Date: 4/18/2017 9:11:00 PM

Good Evening Tim. Quiet sad poems make for wonderful poetry. You truly write so eloquently with expression. I hope all these marvelous expressions and entries are your talent and imagination at work and that life is ok. However I know that could be wishful thinking as life doesn't escape anyone of us. Have a wonderful night and thank you for sharing your talent. PS my mind is always adrift.

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 4/18/2017 11:05:00 AM

Nostalgic ...Melancholic and sad...Indeed sad poems have such a certain enigma and beauty...leaving oneself feeling that vacant space inside as he/she reads..I do love the sweetness of a memory engraved in these verses as well..Sometimes we just have to let go and start anew.A fave.

Tim Smith
Date: 4/18/2017 12:22:00 PM

Easier said than done especially when feelings remain...thanks for stopping by

Darren White

Date: 4/18/2017 10:46:00 AM

Tim, this is so very beautiful. If only the good parts of a dream could last. If only they wouldn't turn cold, if only they proved to be true. I love this poem.

Tim Smith
Date: 4/18/2017 12:19:00 PM

Unfortunately they get forgotten

Chuck Melugin

Date: 4/18/2017 8:09:00 AM

Tim, lonely pen struggles in the journey of remembrance and for a moment captivates and caresses the past as the dream begins to fade to black. a7 my best to you, chuck

Tim Smith
Date: 4/18/2017 12:17:00 PM

Thanks Chuck

Chris Green

Date: 4/18/2017 7:29:00 AM

Beautifully sad Tim. "Rings of rust are all that's left" That feels incredibly lonely and vacant. Here's hoping a nice April sunrise will change the perspective of the coming day.

Tim Smith
Date: 4/18/2017 12:17:00 PM

Thanks for the support...not many reads lately