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Timid Thoughts

Filter through   the fortitude 
mix together   the mundane 
cut up, squeezed, then discarded
but not a bit of flavor remains

tepid to the tongue 
the words still taste all wrong
rinsing down the memories
they've been sitting out too long 

the kettle starts to whistle
timid thoughts begin to run

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Arthur Vaso

June 23, 2017 at 2:16 PM

Now this is Tim'id style poem for sure!!! So mellow, great write!

Lenna Walker

June 22, 2017 at 5:05 PM

Sounds somewhat bitter or just fed up, but those creeping ( "timid" ) thoughts never stop, sometimes they run if you let them. When there is no flavor, add some new spice. A deep, thought provoking read for me Tim:) Back to say...I commented before I read the other comments. We all have our own idea of what your words mean, some don't say, but no one seems THAT sure.

Eve Roper

June 22, 2017 at 1:04 PM

Amazing write , Tim ~*

Freddie Robinson Jr.

June 21, 2017 at 3:19 PM

Very cool and clever mixed metaphors, Tim. That whistle sounded like love was calling. Pure, beautiful poetry, my friend. Great last line ... timid thoughts begin to run. Sweet truth sprinkled over a slice of humility. Nicely done my friend. Love always.

Charlie Smith

June 21, 2017 at 2:53 PM

I love this Tim, great little piece...

Jean Murray

June 21, 2017 at 10:46 AM

What you need is a decent cup of tea. Won't you join me?

Demetrios Trifiatis

June 21, 2017 at 10:24 AM

My dear friend, Timotheos, thought to pay you a visit today to get some of your fiery spirit and I got ...a whistling kettle which means that your spirit is on fire! haha! God bless you my friend!