Tim Smith Poet Free verse

Carry Us Home

We stood at the edge of contemplation 
watching through the window to the world
but not ever knowing where we stare

We fathom the scale of injustice 
weighing heavily on ordinary minds
where ordinary is atypical
and creativity is pushed
back into the recesses of time

Awaken with me in yesterday's linens 
our dramatic interpretation of life's song
dispell rumors of ruins in waiting
and let your sensuous tune carry us home

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Lim'Rik Flats January 9, 2017 at 8:21 AM Third reading. To oft when I "stand at the edge of contemplation" I get pessimistic and want to jump into the abyss. Your words remind me to chill and let the universe flow. Nuther fave. ~ j

Arthur Vaso January 7, 2017 at 10:14 PM Tim, as usual romantic, however here you have also struck the depths of contemplation, this is a 7 and a fav!

Doug Vinson January 6, 2017 at 7:55 PM A great big ball of real, rolling downhill with truth's speed, slowed gracefully (or is it mercifully?) by a cushion of hope. Cheers, Tim!

Andrea Dietrich January 6, 2017 at 6:45 PM a very interesting metaphorical poem, Tim. You sure have many sides to you!!

Eve Roper January 6, 2017 at 3:11 PM very deep and meaningful write, Tim, Hugs Eve

Daniel Turner January 6, 2017 at 10:11 AM It's been a while since I've heard a sensuous tune, Tim. I hope you enjoy singing along:)

Chris Green January 6, 2017 at 6:39 AM This was beautifully deep Tim. Yesterdays are nice to look back on but the new day offers so much promise and adventure, follow that tune home but compose a new one for the two of you to sing to in the future.

Demetrios Trifiatis January 6, 2017 at 5:31 AM Profound poem with spiritual overtones my friend, Tim! Much enjoyed! A seven!

Anne-Lise Andresen January 6, 2017 at 4:32 AM - No one knows what tomorrow brings ... but we must live for today - A deep and a little sad poem, Tim - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Charmaine Chircop January 6, 2017 at 2:57 AM Dramatic interpration of life's song..Indeed life can be a drama..and We the puppets on a string sometimes..but Life shouldnt always be that way.Sometimes one have to leave yesterday's bed linen behind and put on some fresh ones.Everything in life have a purpose..Every moment.So much to read jnto here Tim.