Tim Smith Poet Imagism

Erase Me

Severed from the cut of your jib
Alone my aching heart's
Vitality left on a baited breeze
Erasing what was left of me

Memories oh sweet sweet memories
Erase this daunting pain

Plucked from a sacred truth
Left to soar in a clouded blur
Erase this scary dream
Alone my aching heart
Sleeps
Erase these fateful dreams

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Arthur Vaso October 12, 2016 at 5:21 PM Slowly slowly... over to the dark side..... great write!

Carl Fraser October 12, 2016 at 7:49 AM A very emotional write Tim. Your words are cutting but from the heart. Blessings Carl

Daniel Turner October 12, 2016 at 7:29 AM I wonder where your darkness comes from, Tim. You always seem so happy and upbeat when we talk. Very sad poem.

Nette Onclaud October 11, 2016 at 11:50 PM harrowing angst craftily done in acrostic form, tim... good one!..huggs

Richard Lamoureux October 11, 2016 at 11:20 PM This is cleverly expressed Tim.

Darren White October 11, 2016 at 10:16 PM This is a poem that resonates in me, because often that is how I feel and oh how I wish my dreams were erased... It's hauntingly beautiful

Casarah Nance October 11, 2016 at 10:03 PM intense, I like the agony in this, well wrote sweets

John Lawless October 11, 2016 at 8:33 PM Hey Tim, I didn't pick up on the acrostic until I read the comments below. Well done If only this fateful dreams could be erased.

Seren Roberts October 11, 2016 at 6:04 PM so very well written, a fav...Seren

James Tate October 11, 2016 at 5:25 PM You pulled me in without realizing I was reading an acrostic. Good job.

Jan Allison October 11, 2016 at 4:15 PM Fabulous acrostic Tim this moved me to tears - so so emotional a poem:-) hugs Jan xxx

John Hamilton October 11, 2016 at 2:16 PM Really well done, drew me right into your desperate cry of emotion. Never could imagine it was an acrostic so well written!

CayCay Godwin October 11, 2016 at 2:00 PM So much palatable emotion - which you are better than good at. I am eager for happiness to take hold of you again and I know it will. The time will come when we shall all miss these sad, beautifully written poems of yours ... CayCay

Eileen Manassian October 11, 2016 at 12:52 PM Memories can be sweet or bitter, Tim. I feel the pain in this write.

Chris Green October 11, 2016 at 12:37 PM The poet seems to be in pain in this, which is easily felt as is the desperation for that pain to cease. Nice acrostic Tim. Tim Smith October 11, 2016 at 12:39 PM Thanks Chris.