Tim Smith Poet Rhyme

Corners Blunt and Blue

Corners blunt and blue
a hardened mold to meet
carry baggage seldom seen
a soap box on the street

Borden's white dare to fade
a peddler pulled the page
farmers daughter drawing near
soon to become of age

Streets still hold her beat
in calls that thrill the ear
reached echos and passing feet
smoke has disappeared

Decades do loom and roam
here tomorrow is standing still
memories that found a home
weathered, dustmen mill

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Arthur Vaso November 13, 2017 at 11:17 PM Amazing, I had to read this a few times, such a sad thing dementia, is like dieing without being dead.

Akkina Downing November 13, 2017 at 9:03 PM Ah, how very touching, now my heart is softly melting! I've said it already, you're an amazing poet Tim... hugs and smiles :)

Akkina Downing November 13, 2017 at 8:22 PM I love the title. Although I don't really get this one, only because I'm a bit slow ;) But you're one talented and amazing poet, I've always admire your superb works... hugs and smiles :) Tim Smith November 13, 2017 at 8:26 PM It is about an old milk crate and a homeless person with dementia...he remembers the past like it is happening now

Vijay Pandit November 13, 2017 at 11:27 AM Your poems are always quite intriguing Tim--a well written rhyme! Tim Smith November 13, 2017 at 8:25 PM Thanks Vijay