Tim Smith Poet Free verse

In Living

In living there is light
tearing at a soul to keep
tender moments tight
into every crevice, deep

Bringing forth love and hope
where all her goodness lies
dwelling in that which is beautiful
drenching us with sunny skies

In living there is dark
bleeding through the nights
where troubles find their way
draping on to fear and fright

Here we find our pain and grief
raining down, continued waves
clouding up our skies
holding on to all that raves

in living we must trust
it's not just one or the other

in darkness there's a guiding light;

the shadows loom —
                     a wicked lies
but still, 
        in the gloom of it all
                     the flowers bloom

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Akkina Downing November 26, 2017 at 5:22 PM Another fabulous write and I love the positive ending. Give a smile :)

Sara Ella November 23, 2017 at 10:54 AM This is so well said Tim. It is a favorite <3

Arthur Vaso November 23, 2017 at 2:16 AM That is so inspiring and filled with not only beauty but truth and wisdom. such words must always drown out the silence in us all!

Eve Roper November 23, 2017 at 12:05 AM loved the poem Hugs Eve ~`*

Eileen Manassian November 22, 2017 at 3:32 PM How true this is, dear....how very true. We cannot have one without the other. Lovely to read you, Tim. Hugs

Arturo Michael November 22, 2017 at 11:22 AM So true, "but still, in the gloom of it all the flowers bloom" Even though it's hard to believe... I enjoyed it...great message

Lin Lane November 22, 2017 at 10:54 AM You show both sides of life, Tim, and it was good that you ended on a positive slant. When darkness enters, turn on a light. Well done.

Jan Allison November 22, 2017 at 10:51 AM Such contrasts in aspects of our lives Tim, but hopefully the good times outnumber the bad and I love the uplifting ending to the poem. lets hope the flowers continue to bloom:-) hugs jan xx