Tim Smith Poet Imagism

Below the Frost Line

Clank . . . Clank 
Sparks fly for the first time 
across another frigid day 
black chunks with shards of clay 
thrown anger out the way 
 

Softness hardens amid decay 
the midnight's all tucked away 
the red, the grey, the blues still play
with one foot in the grave 
 

Deep below the frost line 
where Lucifer waits alone 
this shovel's getting heavy 
lay down in fields of bone

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Akkina Downing August 16, 2017 at 8:35 PM WOW Tim! Although this is darker and chillier than your usual romanticism, I really like it!

Connie Marcum Wong August 7, 2017 at 9:19 PM I can only imagine how it would feel to be digging my own grave. I'd be taking my sweet time for sure! A chilling piece Tim! : )

Joseph May August 4, 2017 at 10:54 AM A dark verse that leaves chilling remains...Nicely penned

Lim'Rik Flats August 4, 2017 at 8:48 AM I'd say sometimes your poetry amazes me, but it wouldn't be true. You poetry always amazes me, sometimes more than others. Perhaps even more amazing, it made me think of the "Cremation of Sam Mcgee." Go figure. Cheers amigo! ~ j

White Wolf August 4, 2017 at 12:55 AM Man, you can write! Loved every word, Tim! Excellently done

Ilene Bauer August 3, 2017 at 4:35 PM i love the title, tim, and it does justice to the rest of the poem. very powerful!

Jan Allison August 3, 2017 at 3:27 PM I got chills down my spine reading your poem Tim - I'm being cremated and scattered so no worries of digging my own grave-) hugs Jan xx

Anne-Lise Andresen August 3, 2017 at 1:22 PM - Omg. Tim ... hope he does not fall down before he needs it ... well done - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Michael Tor August 3, 2017 at 1:15 PM Wow Tim, Halloween is around the corner for this scary write. lol Cleverly done and chilling.

Lin Lane August 3, 2017 at 12:16 PM Terribly sad that someone has to dig his own grave, so get that image out of your mind. I have to say your last two lines are a great wrap up to the imagery of the entire poem.

Dean Wood August 3, 2017 at 11:26 AM Thank you for the hint in Heidi's comment. Sorry I was lost. With that insight, this is a "bone" chilling read. -- Dean

Heidi Sands August 3, 2017 at 11:02 AM This is very deep. Well written expression Tim. I hope you are ok :) Tim Smith August 3, 2017 at 11:06 AM Yes I'm okay. I had an image in my mind of a man digging his own grave.