Tim Smith Poet Free verse

Flashback To Fridays

Flashback to Fridays when I was a wanted guest
a common companion strolling the riverside
with more than just the moon willing to chat
where words resonated with hand-cut diamonds
lighting up my vision and your restful eyes
where missed lessons were backtracked 
and praise was left to pigeons hiding
in the shadows pretending not to be seen

Harlequin days have passed us on by
and what once were sailboat dreams 
have quietly motored ahead
I'm relegated to slip silently in the cracks
chasing down demons with a crooked stick
fighting off the famine in air too thick
left with thoughts lingering in a darkened sky
broken in heart and spirit I'm left to die

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Judy Ball March 9, 2017 at 9:15 PM Sometimes when we look back on our memories we have regret. We wish we could have done things differently. Well written and beautifully expressed Tim. A fine write. God Bless, JB

Paul Callus March 9, 2017 at 4:14 PM Sadness and deep emotions are the basis of this lovely poem, Tim. The contrast between the two stanzas is very evident and effective. // paul

Sara Chansarkar March 9, 2017 at 10:53 AM Can feel the pain expressed here, beautifully written, Tim!

Demetrios Trifiatis March 9, 2017 at 5:41 AM Profoundly sad but very poetic dear, Tim!

Sara Ella March 9, 2017 at 1:18 AM So very sad Tim and well written. <3

Arthur Vaso March 8, 2017 at 3:44 PM Want company? This poem sure resonates with me! :)

Charlie Smith March 8, 2017 at 3:20 PM That's one tuff pity party. Very well done Tim...

Anne-Lise Andresen March 8, 2017 at 2:56 PM - Wounded feelings in a beautiful poem, Tim - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Carol B. March 8, 2017 at 2:51 PM Very sad but beautifully written :)

Charmaine Chircop March 8, 2017 at 1:15 PM So very sad this is Tim..Those sailboat dreams are nostalgic Tim...They sail away so fast indeed..If only we could anchor our dreams..and let go of our nightmares..Loved yr post.

Nette Onclaud March 8, 2017 at 12:47 PM awhh, so blue and yet beautifully crafted, tim... smiles back at you!..huggs

Heidi Sands March 8, 2017 at 12:16 PM So very sad Tim. You have expressed deep feeling very well !

Jan Allison March 8, 2017 at 11:45 AM Deep and sad Tim, the intense imagery in the final stanza brought a tear to my eye:-( hugs Jan xx

Darren White March 8, 2017 at 10:35 AM It is wonderful poetry but so sad, Tim. My friend, with me you will always be a wanted guest. But I know what you mean.

Chris Green March 8, 2017 at 10:27 AM Seems sadness and loneliness are holding the poetic forecast hostage today. Very deep Tim. These emotions I understand.