Tim Smith Poet Free verse

When Thoughts Come Home

Mine eyes drift back, incensed in forgotten crevices
intoxicated by wondrous wafts of camphor
I blink three times and bow 

The wetness dripping off my brow
sizzles  reminding me of the trinity
as aches pause momentarily on bended knee

Flickers of hope dance and in wicked light
I focus on her blue  attempting 
to be one again with you

Beads of rays coloured  tap gently
upon pain stained cheeks
and one by one I release her orbs
into a teardrop sky

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Carolyn Devonshire November 1, 2016 at 4:02 PM Such deep longing in this write, Tim. It seems you have first-hand experience with one who wants to try to love again. Seems difficult to allow them back into our hearts. I love the images created by "wondrous wafts of camphor" and "aches...on bended knee." Those flickers of hope are quite a temptation. Well expressed!

Maurice Yvonne November 1, 2016 at 9:24 AM Wow, a fav!

Darren White November 1, 2016 at 3:21 AM I have simply fallen in love with these three lines: // Mine eyes drift back, incensed in forgotten crevices intoxicated by wondrous wafts of camphor I blink three times and bow"" // You paint a whole image with these lines, and I am awed. I love it.

Ravindra K Kapoor October 30, 2016 at 8:22 AM Nice romantic sketch in symbolic words with expressions of its own kind. Thank you once again for your visit on my new poem. Will see more of your poems soon. A Full 7 for this beautiful write. Love and best wishes Tim on this Diwali Day, which we celebrate as Festival of Light ....Ravindra K Kapoor

Eileen Manassian October 30, 2016 at 3:16 AM Teardrop sky...what a fantastic pairing of words, Tim. There is so much in this write. I'm intrigued by the trinity concept. Lovely write.

Charmaine Chircop October 29, 2016 at 11:34 PM This is beautiful...and through teary eyes hopeful...So deep.

Robert Pettit October 29, 2016 at 8:27 PM A very descriptive and imaginative write.

Arthur Vaso October 29, 2016 at 7:03 PM Beautiful, perfectly expressed!

Demetrios Trifiatis October 29, 2016 at 2:38 PM My friend Tim, this is marvelous! You seem to suffer not from cold as our dearest friend, Victor insinuates but from and acute case of romanticism, this marvelous flue that every heart seeks to get! A seven!