Tim Smith Poet Rhyme

Morning Calls

Morning calls as her spinet notes hum
a heated Fur Elise with many rays of love
dancing drops of glory beat upon a song
inside my painted dreams I sing along

Gentle thoughts float as I arise
longing toward such soothing eyes
wafts of honeysuckle fill the air
a precious smile for you are there

As day breaks and we take a pause
enjoy all her beauty without a cause
my hand rests upon her placid cheek
for another love I shan't ever seek

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Sara Ella March 16, 2017 at 10:17 PM Beautiful poem Tim and just the way a day should start-with a lovely dream. :)

Jerry T Curtis March 16, 2017 at 10:55 AM I've been reading your stuff for some time and you just keep getting better, good work Timmy

Lynn Marie March 15, 2017 at 6:28 PM ...so tender and sweet, lovely imagery, the last line... a beauty Tim :-) blessings, lynn

Emile Pinet March 15, 2017 at 5:28 PM Your words seemed to flow effortlessly, and the imagery created a romantic atmosphere that culminates with love. Emile.

Andrea Dietrich March 15, 2017 at 3:16 PM Beautiful and romantic imagery flows in this one, Tim. Sweet!

Wendy Rycroft March 15, 2017 at 3:04 PM Really good I could smell the honey suckle x

Charmaine Chircop March 15, 2017 at 2:53 PM Oh ...this is beautiful to the eyes..and music so lovely to the ear...A definite fave.

Darren White March 15, 2017 at 1:53 PM Stay asleep for a while longer, on that small line between wake and slumber, where dreams linger and caress, where music can be heard, and where you are happy. That timeless place that seems to last an eternity in a second. How beautifully described. May your dreams come true my friend :)

Anne-Lise Andresen March 15, 2017 at 1:28 PM - Beautiful, Tim - I'll never forget "Fur Elise" .... my teacher at school was panist by profession + teacher ... he played "Fur Elise" to us EVERY day :) ... in three years :))) - A 7 for pleasant memories and your beautiful poem - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Lisa Ricci March 15, 2017 at 1:11 PM Hi Tim. --Smile-- Sorry I was having fun in my review to your entry. Your entry truly is beautiful and loving and gentle and......

Lisa Ricci March 15, 2017 at 1:01 PM Well Now You're Talking. Hi Tim. This is ever so beautiful. Lucky the person who receives such words and who knows such words. Beautiful poetry and gentleness. Well done entirely. Tim Smith March 15, 2017 at 1:04 PM Thank you Lisa for your terrific comment.

Heidi Sands March 15, 2017 at 12:29 PM Oh so beautiful Tim. It brightens the day. Thanks for sharing :) Tim Smith March 15, 2017 at 12:56 PM Thanks Heidi...just try to spread some sunshine.