Tim Smith Poet Free verse

Peek In Through My Window

Wet wings hold back the morning song
clouds cover what was meant to be a perfect day
a loose boulder rolls uphill after an earthquake
mountaintops screech it's time for tea 
but I'm relegated to run away

Laying low in a one-act show
bundled in tinted eyes of baby blue
opening lost love letters never sent
spilt drops of honey in shades of red
encompass somber sounds of want

Peek in through my window
past a painted pain innocence took
sharp edges smothered in waves of honor
flapping up high in a hallowed field
waiting to be folded and brought back home

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Arthur Vaso February 11, 2017 at 10:02 PM As a peek into this poem, I see its creativity, I really liked the lines "a loose boulder rolls uphill after an earthquake mountaintops screech it's time for tea"

Charmaine Chircop February 9, 2017 at 3:11 PM Very beautiful...but even very sad emotives Tim...Hope that peeking through your window..We ll see a smile..and light filtering through. Tim Smith February 9, 2017 at 3:33 PM It's in there somewhere : ) ...thanks Charma

Anne-Lise Andresen February 9, 2017 at 2:50 PM - A little sad flashback through your window, Tim - Great written - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Tim Smith February 9, 2017 at 3:32 PM Thank you A-L

John Lawless February 9, 2017 at 11:27 AM a vivid scene of a sadness too often re-enacted by too many. The last stanza is beautifully powerful. Very nicely done Tim Tim Smith February 9, 2017 at 11:32 AM Thank you very much John

Heidi Sands February 9, 2017 at 11:01 AM Great one Tim. Very well done . Tim Smith February 9, 2017 at 11:04 AM Thank you Heidi.