Tim Smith Poet Free verse

Holding Me Here For You

Droplets of sea awaken from inside a dream
pouring painted thoughts onto this crumbled canvass  
yellows wrap the base pulling me into you
whites and the blues float off into the distance
with the red sinking ever deeper and true

Brush away the indiscretion dripping from the west
round up the ashen tones of blush
dabbed in lunar specks of dust
cover the past as it attempts to bleed out
and in holly bough eyes spring affection

traced and trapped in a place looking back
peel off the glue holding me here for you

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Heidi Sands February 19, 2017 at 11:58 AM I love this one Tim. You have done so well with the painting theme. I paint and could really relate to this poem. :)

Keith O.J. Hunt February 19, 2017 at 10:19 AM You just rock Tim, what else can I say? This poem says a thousand words you never wrote. Bravo!

Charmaine Chircop February 19, 2017 at 9:40 AM I love the colours on your canvass..Somehow make me think of the sun..the seas and skies...and sunsets...of love to...So beautiful.

Nette Onclaud February 19, 2017 at 8:15 AM sweetening my day with tender flow of your words, tim..huggs

Lynn Marie February 18, 2017 at 9:26 PM Superb writing Tim! The vibrancy of your words intensify the emotions to a whole other level. It bites that you know of these feelings to express them so vividly yet your words really feel alive, and that's at least a beginning :-) Another great title too, to match the great craftsmanship. blessings, lynn

Arthur Vaso February 18, 2017 at 6:35 PM beautiful, take 2 more, the dream continues!

John Hamilton February 18, 2017 at 1:36 PM Wow, is all I can say. Reminds me of what a picasso painting would say if it could talk!

Suzanne Delaney February 18, 2017 at 1:25 PM Makes me want to paint. One of the best I have read by you, Tim: They say a poem isn't successful unless it changes you. I felt the deep introspection in this. Brava...a FAV. Hugs, SuZ

Charlie Smith February 18, 2017 at 11:11 AM I thought it was a lost weekend or a gas issue until I read the last two lines, deeper than normal, still well done... Tim Smith February 18, 2017 at 11:30 AM Thanks Charlie...lol

Freddie Robinson Jr. February 18, 2017 at 10:07 AM Real psychedelic poetry, Tim. I get the gist of it though. Did you and your honey just move into a new house? Or are those acid-residue memories of past housewarming rituals. Lol! Nice, spaced out poem. Love and peace. Tim Smith February 18, 2017 at 10:17 AM Thanks Freddie...lol

Daniel Turner February 18, 2017 at 10:03 AM What kind of medication are you on, Tim? Very nebulous, my friend. Tim Smith February 18, 2017 at 10:16 AM Thanks DT...I'm off the oxy but still on hydrocodone ...It does make me sleepy

Mike Hauser February 18, 2017 at 9:56 AM This is beautiful! Tim Smith February 18, 2017 at 10:15 AM Thanks Mikey

Darren White February 18, 2017 at 9:15 AM That is a picture you are painting. Or rather, slowly removing parts and specs mof dust, and thus slowly starting to end a connection. That is an awesome image you're giving me here. This is deep, and I think what I am saying doesn't do it right....You're such a wonderful poet :) Tim Smith February 18, 2017 at 9:18 AM Thank you so much my dearest friend