Tim Smith Poet Light Verse

Through the Painted Window

Shards of light filter   my heart

 pulling back     the black

 leaving streaks
                          . . . of joy 

Where hope was   lost

                 . . . life breathes

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CayCay Godwin October 9, 2016 at 9:36 PM This poem breathes, Tim - it touches me with simple words that tell the truth about one step in healing, one truth that eventually happens to repair an injured, but willing heart. Simply beautiful ... CayCay

Arthur Vaso October 8, 2016 at 12:35 AM Now this is different, I like it!

Jan Allison October 7, 2016 at 7:42 PM gosh a real change to your usual style Tim and I love it:-) Its great to step out of your comfort zone as I have done recently in a couple of poems and not use humour:-) hugs jan xx

Constance La France October 7, 2016 at 5:54 PM Tim, I am l o v I n g this write so much, you know I adore creative poems, well done ~

Chris Green October 7, 2016 at 1:31 PM This one really slips into the darkness nicely. The imagery in your poem is beautifully rendered. Really nice Tim.

Daniel Turner October 7, 2016 at 1:25 PM Pretty deep for a country boy, Tim. I'm with nette. Is this the new you? I love different:) Variety is the spice of life!

Nette Onclaud October 7, 2016 at 11:02 AM ohh, a different version of you, tim... i like your lightly dark piece hands down!..huggs