Indelible Blue

An indelible blue looking out to you
seducing the pain to wash away
with stolen keyboard strokes
a few extra x's and o's where
decimals move with inapprehension
carrying fantasy dreams offshore
where sandcastles are built with
riches never to be crowned
holding secret keys to happiness
breathless my tomorrows begin
under guise of the salty moon
worries behind,necks entwined
newly discovered swans swoon
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Callus Avatar
February 23, 2017 at 1:08 PM
Some dreams are not meant to be realized...their destiny is nipped on conception. // paul
Yvonne Avatar
February 22, 2017 at 5:20 PM
Just plain good writing. Emotive and descriptive. Love it Tim!
Smith Avatar
February 22, 2017 at 5:23 PM
Thank you my friend
Onclaud Avatar
February 22, 2017 at 1:15 PM
you sway with undulated lines, tim.. always a delight to read you, your sensibilities and graces..huggs
Smith Avatar
February 22, 2017 at 5:23 PM
Thanks nette
Chircop Avatar
February 22, 2017 at 10:54 AM
Sandcastles are beautiful ..even if they get blown away so fast..Love the Salty moon and those swooing swans..I so love swans..They remind me of calm beauty and purity..A fave.
Smith Avatar
February 22, 2017 at 11:13 AM
Thanks Charma...You bring me many smiles today : ))
Dome Avatar
February 22, 2017 at 8:58 AM
Wonderful and so artful poetic. what all great poems try to be, but few succeed, well done. Hope you are ok, Best wishes. Peter.
Smith Avatar
February 22, 2017 at 11:12 AM
Thanks Pete, eventually I'll be okay.
White Avatar
February 21, 2017 at 9:59 PM
This is beautiful, Tim. To be carried away and let your fantasy roam free, it makes us sad too.
Smith Avatar
February 22, 2017 at 11:12 AM
Thanks my friend : ))
White Avatar
February 22, 2017 at 12:28 AM
that last line is a real gem :)
Marie Avatar
February 21, 2017 at 8:58 PM
Terrific writing Tim. To live through pretty words in the ethera, an anesthetic to loneliness knowing it's not real yet wishful all the same. The sadness feels palpable, so beautiful are your descriptive words. This is one of the best pieces I have read on this theme and I like how you end it with a wee bit of hope :-) Excellent writing, sending sunshine your way :-) blessings, lynn
Smith Avatar
February 22, 2017 at 11:11 AM
Thank you very much Lynn... Blessings
Ella Avatar
February 21, 2017 at 7:28 PM
Tim I hope your knee gets better every day and that your dreams come true. ?? I love the beautiful pictures your words create ?? Sandcastles and swans ??
Smith Avatar
February 22, 2017 at 11:10 AM
If I could figure out how to pay for those dreams : ))
Ella Avatar
February 21, 2017 at 10:17 PM
???? I don't know what you mean Darren ???? :D <3
White Avatar
February 21, 2017 at 10:12 PM
????? Sara is very good at question marks ?????
Ella Avatar
February 21, 2017 at 7:31 PM
Hearts!!! ??=wonderful, lovely hearts <3
Turner Avatar
February 21, 2017 at 5:30 PM
Trying to live tomorrow, today? You are so damned cryptic:)
Smith Avatar
February 22, 2017 at 11:10 AM
Glad you know me and my ways
Sands Avatar
February 21, 2017 at 4:06 PM
I like the ending Tim. I hope things will turn out full of happiness for you. :)
Smith Avatar
February 22, 2017 at 11:09 AM
Thanks so much Heidi
Allison Avatar
February 21, 2017 at 3:45 PM
love the romantic imagery of the beach and sea and also sense that feeling of longing Tim:-) hugs Jan xx
Smith Avatar
February 22, 2017 at 11:08 AM
Thanks Jan
Green Avatar
February 21, 2017 at 2:45 PM
There seems to be a touch of sadness or loneliness in this one Tim, though it is quite beautifully written and feels nice to read.
Smith Avatar
February 21, 2017 at 2:50 PM
Thanks Chris, always look for a silver lining.
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