Tim Smith Poet Rhyme

Turning Slow

Turning slow and twisting deeper 
changes lurk and often seep 
holding litmus ever tighter 
lifting hope above the light 

crystal snifter's promise linger 
soft tip curls of comfort  lain 
precious hues  sifting yellow 
warming up  unto the pain 

wistful songs fill out the chasm 
drinking in dark shades of blue 
shifting winds drift off the boundary 
rampant bids the night adieu

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Anna Hopper August 31, 2017 at 7:52 AM I don't have a clue what you just said... but you said it beautifully!

Jerry T Curtis August 27, 2017 at 6:34 AM You know I love a good rhyme and this is no exception ---- flows as smooth as a baby's butt....you did well Timmy

Vijay Pandit August 24, 2017 at 7:35 AM Beautiful rhythm and flow--well done, Tim!

Arthur Vaso August 24, 2017 at 6:06 AM Full of ,melancholy, wonderful poem!

Susan Ashley August 23, 2017 at 6:55 PM A melancholy feel to your lovely write Tim. Your words are beautifully put together :)

Jean Murray August 23, 2017 at 5:02 PM So wistful. It seems full of hope yet it makes me sad. Jean Murray August 23, 2017 at 6:30 PM That's a lovely image Tim. Tim Smith August 23, 2017 at 5:04 PM There is hope Jean. It as if you are looking at a beautiful swan.