Tim Smith Poet Free verse

Life Death and Taxi's

The sweet beeps wake me 
another cold Saturday morn 
death she lost again 

letting go thoughts of depression 
decompressing the contemplation 
raining down 

fog lifts for a minute 
as I search 
bloody knees and lips 
for traces of sanity 

ice packs freeze 
an already stagnant mind 
wandering bout the abyss 

freedom calls in the form 
of an hourglass 
as last grains fall 

time is running out 
excuses to live 
have been copied 

whistles blow 
the mundane march 
clouds cover 
taxi's roll on by



Back for today
Maybe longer : ))

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FJ Thomas March 6, 2018 at 9:26 AM I was thrilled to see new posts from you Tim. You're such a sweetie! ~a friend from the past

Andrea Dietrich February 27, 2018 at 5:45 PM Oh, Tim, were you not able to be here because of adverts?? How in the world does that happen?? Let me read your poem now.

Anna Hopper February 26, 2018 at 6:08 PM I’m glad you are back! We have to keep sharing and reading to drive the motivation to create. This is excellent!

Jean Murray February 26, 2018 at 3:21 PM Not at all what I expected but so good to have you back among us Tim. We were depressed when you left us.

Jan Allison February 26, 2018 at 2:55 PM I'm always thankful I wake to hear the alarm Tim, welcome back Tim, Romantic write next please I've missed them ! Hugs Jan xx

Dale Gregory Cozart February 26, 2018 at 2:34 PM Glad to see you back!! Good write.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart February 26, 2018 at 2:21 PM And life goes on, however endangered a species traditional Taxis are in our modern Über age. Fabulous ink. xomo!

Heidi Sands February 26, 2018 at 1:55 PM Welcome back Tim. Well expressed poem you have written. Keep it up :)

Anne-Lise Andresen February 26, 2018 at 1:43 PM - A sad picture of what's happening in everyday life, Tim - (please do not leave, Tim) - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Tim Smith February 26, 2018 at 1:46 PM I don't wish to leave the adverts have just been maddening. I couldn't read the poems or comment properly because they were covered.

Lunita Blanca February 26, 2018 at 1:35 PM Very sad Tim. Nothing has happen to tomorrow.