Tim Smith Poet Free verse

Moss Crossed Feathered Flights

Scraped off the south-side of Old Tumble Falls
rigid rocks roll helpless down to an empty floor
no more holding roost high amidst cliffs kept
close  final rays of her dying sun   feathered
below sphagnum moss drenching burnt souls
held fast take more than they ever have gave

Turning with tides and skies to carry over burdened 
thoughts of subsequently passing places left behind
sightless eyes downcast shamelessly listen intently 
as a lone bluebird warbles a wistful departing song
ruffled hawk feathers float aimlessly in the breeze
and tomorrow's waterfall dreams slip silently away

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Lynn Marie March 26, 2017 at 11:44 PM Nature as with Life in your poetry Tim is ever changing and evolving to what will be...sadly not always what we want. 'Old Tumble Falls' sounds like a wonderful place. The last line is GOLDEN :-) A great piece, beautifully written. blessings, lynn

Anne-Lise Andresen March 23, 2017 at 3:39 PM - A touching beautiful poem, Tim - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Darren White March 23, 2017 at 2:07 PM Hi my friend. It's so strange, I so prosaically keep reading climate change in your poem. With wind and sea eating away more and more coastline. ..

Lisa Ricci March 23, 2017 at 4:27 AM Oh Tim. Hello. That second stanza says so much. This entry is gentle yet expressive. May any darkness turn to light and yes may light never turn to darkness. May nothing slip away. You have outdone yourself. Have a wonderful morning.

Sara Ella March 22, 2017 at 9:55 PM You paint a beautiful picture Tim <3

Doug Vinson March 22, 2017 at 6:38 PM Beautiful, Tim. And for all the "that which is no more," a sense of peace.

Lin Lane March 22, 2017 at 6:18 PM Oh, Tim...what a beautiful last line.

Chris Green March 22, 2017 at 5:29 PM I feel a sense of sadness in this, of loss and even a little loneliness. Beautiful written Tim. Tim Smith March 22, 2017 at 5:35 PM Thanks Chris I was inspired by the feeling your poem gave me with the boulder rolling downhill.

Judy Ball March 22, 2017 at 5:26 PM This is a beautiful description of a waterfall Tim. Nicely done. God Bless and a 7 from me. JB Tim Smith March 22, 2017 at 5:29 PM Thanks Judy I was just looking at pictures of a place called Mossy Knoll