The Last Bell Tolls

Misty eyed and weary over the gallows I blow
daunting a mere string in tow
last school bells rung
but the hallowed halls still call

Scuff marks mark my sentence
tough times as seconds slowly ticked by
pure white first day memories
when fresh minds mattered

puddles and mud stained canvas
darkness haunts to this very day
running ladders 
locked away weekends didn't matter

Used and abused 
a fresh life awaits
up high I fly
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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September 16, 2016 at 9:37 AM
Tim, Congratulations on your awesome win. Stop by my blog "SEIZE THE DAY." Celebrate with me. WUV **SKAT**
Hicks Avatar
September 3, 2016 at 9:45 PM
I must be a bit dense, but it wasn't until I read the comments that I finally said, "A-ha! I get it now!" Lol. Once you can see the connections it becomes really creative ... "pure white first days memories when fresh minds mattered" ... excellent phrasing! The shoes hanging on the wire, for me, kinda symbolize the carefree days of school, and the melancholy of those times slipping away ...
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September 2, 2016 at 7:56 AM
I read comments below to get your meaning, Tim. I always knew it was about school days but I never would have guessed the meaning of the last three lines without reading the comments below!! Sorry. In order to not have to show the picture, you would need to be even more transparent and actually mention the act that landed you (as the shoes) over the telephone wire. For example, say: That last day of school, he flung me off his feet and i flew up in the air to hang here on the wire. THAT's clear!
Smith Avatar
September 2, 2016 at 9:07 AM
That is some great advice. I never thought of it that way.
Tor Avatar
September 2, 2016 at 6:57 AM
So clever Tim. Hope you are well my friend. Enjoyed reading brought me back to high school.
Smith Avatar
September 2, 2016 at 9:06 AM
Thank you Michael...Getting better
K. Avatar
September 1, 2016 at 12:15 PM
Haha, ok I just had to drop by here after I left my guess in another write of yours and check out the photo! A clue indeed, made me snicker, or should I say sneaker! Well, I hope I am still right with my guess?? Scrolling on comments below, yep, "canvas" made me think that, methinks I got it right, plus the white at the start.
K. Avatar
September 1, 2016 at 12:36 PM
That sure feels good to know I got it right, yay! And coolio, my Encylopedia Brown/Nate the Great/Nancy Drew reading paid off, haha! Thanks again for this, Tim...it was really fun for me. Sorry I won't be here much starting this month, but I'm sure you'll get good answers from your challenges (maybe when I do pass by, I can try to guess again)...I tried something like this before and it was really fascinating to read how others interpreted my poem from before-- only goes to show how truly one's own poem Grows once you put it out there for others to read, has a life of its own.
Smith Avatar
September 1, 2016 at 12:27 PM
Yes you got it right...hooray...I will have to think some more and put up another challenge. By the way you were the only one to get the right answer. I did have a kite answer, some about school and bullying and one thought it was about my meds..lol...Thanks for stopping by.
Daniel Avatar
September 1, 2016 at 4:54 AM
The picture makes all the difference..I was wondering what was personified here:) Thought provoking indeed, Tim:)
Smith Avatar
September 1, 2016 at 10:11 AM
Thanks you Jo.
Arnone Avatar
August 31, 2016 at 3:19 PM
What a waste of good sneakers. There are barefoot peoples from lands ignorant of this soft and supple covering who would sell their children for such advanced footwear. Mr. Tim, cut those sneakers down! ;-)
Smith Avatar
August 31, 2016 at 3:22 PM
It is a shame Tom. I do see many of them hanging throughout our city. I do donate mine to charity along with my used clothing.
Hamilton Avatar
August 31, 2016 at 2:08 PM
Picture helps, I thought it was some school shooting or something, that's one good thing about poetry the author always knows what it's about, and it's his choice to give the readers enough clues, or not, to figure it out. Maybe I'm slow but I think you would have had to spell this one out for me.
Smith Avatar
August 31, 2016 at 2:58 PM
Thanks John. I love to see what the reader gets out of a poem. It does make me happy when I know they can relate to a message or feeling.
Roper Avatar
August 31, 2016 at 1:42 PM
got it now, :)
Smith Avatar
August 31, 2016 at 1:45 PM
Thanks for stopping back Eve : )
Vaso Avatar
August 31, 2016 at 12:40 PM
That photo means everyone shoeld be able to guess now!!!
Smith Avatar
August 31, 2016 at 12:50 PM
Yes they shoeld...lol...Im surprised no one picked up on the locked away weekends or running ladders ( I hated that in gym class)...even the material it was made out of( canvas) and pure white first day
Mark Avatar
August 31, 2016 at 11:06 AM
Feels like a last day at junior school and the fear of the senior school, ...very well written, and doesn't need a definitive answer, it's different for you and a lot more thought provoking....well done Tim.....Ian
Smith Avatar
August 31, 2016 at 11:51 AM
Thanks Ian. I appreciate you visit.
Thirtyseven Avatar
August 31, 2016 at 8:28 AM
A haunted write my friend. That -scuff marks- line, what a ripper.
Smith Avatar
August 31, 2016 at 9:09 AM
Thanks Scott
Chircop Avatar
August 31, 2016 at 12:49 AM
I hope nobody have to experience such a situation...First fresh days have to be only the beginning of something better to follow...No matter if its in school, in marriage, in a new place...Anywhere. Great write Tim..As a parent Im always eyes wide open how Christina copes at school, so her dad..When She grows up I remain the same.Following.from a distance.
Smith Avatar
August 31, 2016 at 4:32 PM
Thanks for coming back. I do love your thoughts on schooling. I have the concerns myself. Especially with my Nathan. He is so smart he becomes lazy at times. I donate mine if there is still life left in them or many times they turn into my gardening shoes. The kids we exchange with relatives because as you stated they grow out of them so quick.
Chircop Avatar
August 31, 2016 at 4:14 PM
Im sorry I got it all.wrong...Many times I start reading from top to bottom..But thinking from bottom to top.: ).First I saw used and abused...So abuse bulb lit on : ).I didnt see the form 'Personification'..sonI was completely thinking Human....Even shoes have their fortune indeed. I do give away Christina's shoes away to my cousin's daughter..because she grows out of them to quick..Mine I throw in the bin, ofcourse because when I throw them away, they have been used enough...: )..
Smith Avatar
August 31, 2016 at 9:09 AM
Yes we need to be on top of what the kids are doing. The great thing with technology you can see daily the progress they are making in school. You can tell if an assignment was missed or not comprehended by your child and it gives you a chance to head off any problems...I posted a pic to add to the meaning in my little poem.
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August 31, 2016 at 12:30 AM
...how often is such a story told, Tim. At least some release to the end. A strong write, enjoyed. Regards, Viv
Smith Avatar
August 31, 2016 at 9:06 AM
I don't believe this personification hasn't been written before. If you look at the visual it might help
Canerdy Avatar
August 30, 2016 at 10:48 PM
A 7 for this thought-provoking piece on endings and beginnings. Janice
Smith Avatar
August 31, 2016 at 9:04 AM
Thanks Janice
Vaso Avatar
August 30, 2016 at 9:21 PM
This poem is like an onion, many layers, I even see well a touch of Alice Cooper in this!! :)
Smith Avatar
August 31, 2016 at 9:04 AM
Thanks Arthur
Hamilton Avatar
August 30, 2016 at 8:35 PM
Was such a tragedy Tim nicely hidden messages, school will never be the same again!
Smith Avatar
August 31, 2016 at 9:04 AM
Thanks John...I put a picture to help
Roper Avatar
August 30, 2016 at 6:38 PM
I love the description of the hall ways of the school so very true . Hugs Eve
Smith Avatar
August 30, 2016 at 6:41 PM
Thanks Eve...great to see you...hope things are well down in Texas
Allison Avatar
August 30, 2016 at 5:20 PM
Very deep Tim so different from your usual romantic writes:-) hugs Jan xx
Allison Avatar
August 31, 2016 at 10:46 AM
Originally I thought it was about a kite ... but now you have put the pic I see the hidden meaning:-) hugs Jan xx
Smith Avatar
August 30, 2016 at 5:27 PM
Thanks Jan...there is some hidden meaning if you can find it.
Chansarkar Avatar
August 30, 2016 at 4:54 PM
A fresh life starts-is so beautiful!Nice one Time!
Smith Avatar
August 30, 2016 at 5:03 PM
Thanks Sara
Chansarkar Avatar
August 30, 2016 at 4:54 PM
Sorry Tim not Time:)
Dietrich Avatar
August 30, 2016 at 3:09 PM
Deep and beautiful writing, my friend.
Smith Avatar
August 30, 2016 at 5:03 PM
Thank you so much Andrea
Foster Avatar
August 30, 2016 at 2:47 PM
There are some lovely phrases in this
Smith Avatar
August 30, 2016 at 3:06 PM
Thank you Gail
Deb Avatar
August 30, 2016 at 2:25 PM
lovely poem dear poet !
Smith Avatar
August 30, 2016 at 2:31 PM
Thank you Nilima for your nice comment. They are hard to come by lately. Must be a busier world we live in these days. Not many have time to stop smell the roses and chat with their neighbor.
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