Tim Smith Poet Free verse

Leaving

Helpless rocks rest on yesterday' s dreams
hand crocheted articles of affection pile
by my side  where sole remembrance lies
in wait of one more visitor to limp my way
 
Chills carry with her the ache of night
frost fills the horizon as sunshine falls
yellow and blue fields barely hold life
and memories  of friends and fantasy

I'll be leaving soon when the night calls
a final guest  surrendering to the cold
the old breaking off bread with fragility
words echo aimlessly  a slow wind dies

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Paul Callus August 31, 2017 at 12:31 PM Touched by the sadness that oozes out of these lines, Tim. The reader is drawn into your melancholic mood. // paul

Anne-Lise Andresen August 27, 2017 at 9:55 AM - Excellent, a poem touching feelings, Tim - Best wishes for a lovely Sunday - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Afolabi Muideen August 26, 2017 at 4:08 PM This poem of yours flows smoothly in my lung and beings the vivid imagery that pervades it to my sight. Lovely write my friend.

Nette Onclaud August 26, 2017 at 2:59 PM leaves a lump in my throat , tim... quite wrenching though scribed in a sentimental, heartfelt way... huggs

Darren White August 26, 2017 at 8:21 AM I love that last line my friend. Mo much melancholy.

Sunlite Wanter August 25, 2017 at 5:55 PM This pressed against my heart! Dear Tim, say it's fiction, please!! Darkly lovely.

Andrea Dietrich August 25, 2017 at 5:36 PM So much imagery to impart this melancholy feeling, Tim. Very lovely.

Dean Wood August 25, 2017 at 5:05 PM Tim, I seldom know exactly what your writing means but this carries the feeling of visitors paying their respects. A wake perhaps?

Eileen Manassian August 25, 2017 at 4:44 PM Oh...very sad. Don't leave this place though. You capture feelings and images come to life with your words.

Vijay Pandit August 25, 2017 at 12:14 PM So smooth--deep in thought!

Arthur Vaso August 25, 2017 at 11:31 AM Beautiful, I know is one word, but is true, and that first line, happens to be my front yard at the moment! :)

Lorna Caizley August 25, 2017 at 10:56 AM Hi Tim this is really well written. The past is such a difficult thing to let go of Lorna X