Tim Smith Poet Free verse

Lessons In the Breeze

Echoes roam these hallowed halls
and for a moment I wished 
to run away into the darkness

The last of her glow 
lies low to the west
and I can barely feel her touch

Once a warm summer's kiss
on a sun soaked Lilly pad 
floating in a pristine pond

Now relegated to rains falling down
her comfort in a foreign land

Echoes don't leave just yet  for
I will not chase haunted dreams
but will gaze quietly upon her beauty
and listen to the lessons in the breeze

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Paul Callus October 2, 2016 at 5:05 AM This is one of your best, Tim, for I feel that it is based on reality and not fiction. Sometimes it's best for both not to "chase haunted dreams". Congratulations on a deserved podium finish! // paul

Jan Allison October 1, 2016 at 6:15 PM cant believe I missed reading this gem before Tim - many congrats on your win:-) hugs Jan xx

Beautiful Scars October 1, 2016 at 10:37 AM Tim, very profound poem you have written here- I really enjoyed it, I am loving reading poems I haven't got the chance to yet :) congratulations on your placement :)-luloo

Skat A October 1, 2016 at 9:13 AM Tim, Congrats on your win. Stop by my blog "in a perfect world" and celebrate with a smile or two. With Hugs **SKAT**

Charmaine Chircop September 26, 2016 at 1:45 PM From all situations there are lessons in the breeze... Both the good and bad memories in life...Even changes ...Changes bring so much more than change with them...indeed..This is a poem to read in between lines...Very deep.

Ravi Sathasivam September 26, 2016 at 7:53 AM Wonderful write. Well penned. Enjoyed reading it. Thanks for sharing it.

Andrea Dietrich September 25, 2016 at 8:41 PM simply gorgeous, Tim. You are showing your talented quill here for sure!!

Daniel Turner September 25, 2016 at 8:19 AM Sometimes it seems odd, how little things can stir a memory. A smell, how something feels to the touch, just that one particular memory. Nice write, as per usual, Tim

John Hamilton September 25, 2016 at 5:46 AM I know I like it, you have such a way with words, just need to read it over and over and try to follow and understand the meaning, or maybe there is no meaning, just nice words, let me read it again. Lesson learned...I think.

Anne-Lise Andresen September 25, 2016 at 3:39 AM - A gem, Tim - Wonderful - Best wishes for a delicious Sunday :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Poet Destroyer A September 24, 2016 at 10:41 PM Tim, Someone asked the other day, what kind of poems I like? This is how I like my poetry. By the way, how did you turn darkness into beauty? No wonder the feeling is to follow. A 7 all the way. soup mail. LINDA

Poet Destroyer A September 24, 2016 at 10:35 PM Go Cowboys.... :):):):)

Arthur Vaso September 24, 2016 at 10:28 PM Lessons in a rum palm breeze, I like this! :)