Tim Smith Poet Personification

Flapping In the Wind

Flapping in the wind

bouncing to and fro

hanging on by  a thread

knowing shortly I'll let go

I remember when . . .

that day you brought me home

I was so fresh and new

bright and bold

bounded tight

 you'd cinch me up

I'd keep you warm at night

As time went on

I no longer cleaned up well

but still I was your favorite

bringing to you warmness

comfort when you need it

and the scent of your loving home

I know I will never be

the one you fell in love with

and many others will take my place

I will never get the picture out of my head

when you would put me on

that glow upon your face

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Joanna Daniel October 13, 2016 at 1:24 AM Great write Tim:) I wonder what this is exactly about...Congratulations on your win:)

Suzanne Delaney October 10, 2016 at 7:17 PM Congratulations on your awesome poem and top placement. Hugs, SuZ

Eve Roper October 9, 2016 at 5:41 PM Very beautiful write and endearing congratulations on your win, Tim :) Hugs Eve

Anu Nayak October 9, 2016 at 2:30 AM this is very touching poem Tim, so sad...here....well, congrats on the win:)//love, Anu:)

Jan Allison October 8, 2016 at 6:35 PM A very touching poem Tim - many congrats on your win:-) hugs jan xx

Poet Destroyer A October 8, 2016 at 4:24 PM Hi Tim, Congratulations on your awesomeness. Enjoy my cute little blog "No Words" tata. LINDA

Andrea Dietrich November 11, 2015 at 8:04 PM This one kind of sad, Tim. I can really understand now that expression, Flapping in the wind. I enjoyed the read.

Michael Tor November 11, 2015 at 6:24 PM Tim what an experience buddy you have lived life. Enjoyed reading.

Charmaine Chircop November 11, 2015 at 9:51 AM Sad...and packed with emotions. I still.have the sweatshirt I bought when I was in my early teens..and i never give it away.Same with friends

Skat A November 10, 2015 at 1:53 PM How about a flower? Tim, I'm kidding, does a stray have wings? kind of sad, the image has to move on. No matter, an awesome poem. SKAT

Anna Hopper November 10, 2015 at 12:16 PM From the previous comments, I gather, this is not about a sweater? Lol! Excellent write, regardless of how one perceives!

Demetrios Trifiatis November 10, 2015 at 7:17 AM The future brighter than the past would be my friend for you deserve the best! A beautiful and touching poem, dear Tim!

Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser November 10, 2015 at 1:59 AM fluid flow with emotive lines that touches me Tim.. =`) always enjoyed your poems.. ~Olive Eloisa

A. Juman November 9, 2015 at 7:10 PM Tim this is marvelous --this is Excellent my friend--That's a 7 +++ please do check my out tell me what you think