Tim Smith Poet Free verse

Where the Butterflies Play

Creep the vines crawling the guarded walls
Peek the rays drawing into my restless mind
Breaking dawn burning off the morning mist
Submitting no longer to a life of trepidation 

Living out daily dreams and forgotten fantasies,
letting go of pains and endless sufferings,
releasing thoughts and feelings
trying to make things seem 
right in a world of all wrong 

Generous soul pour out your torments
through my veins   bring to light
in the freshness of a new day
a garden of bountiful harvests
in an untapped sea of love
where the butterflies come to play

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Darren White September 6, 2016 at 10:30 AM I am so shy commenting on poems of others, I am still so young. But this one speaks to me, as my nights are tormented by nightmares, and i write butterflies in daytime. I love this poem. It's so beautiful.

Beverly Read August 31, 2016 at 11:36 AM What a beautiful phrase the title is! The poem is beautiful too.

Andrea Dietrich August 29, 2016 at 3:13 PM I probably have more than the 35 shoes. hahaha. If I include boots and athletic shoes!! ok, just read the poem and I love how it comes to a conclusion with that title line. A good poem requires and amazing title line like this one.

CayCay Godwin August 29, 2016 at 2:00 PM You want to come to my ocean spot (if you remember) and I'd love to go where the butterflies play, too. I relate to the need in your poem, even desperate desire, to leave the cruelties you currently feel for a good frolic through a Disney emotional landscape. So, your poem works quite well. Chin up ... CayCay

Pashang Salehi August 29, 2016 at 11:02 AM Let me know if you find the place Tim... Very nice..

Arthur Vaso August 28, 2016 at 4:51 PM Often when I read your poems, I say to myself. I wanna move to where Tim lives! Certainly seems a whole lot nicer than where I live! beautiful poem!

Lynn Marie August 28, 2016 at 3:00 PM There is a beauty in releasing the 'old' to make room and welcome with abandon the glorious possibilities of the 'new' into our lives. Your lovely words feel inspiring to what is there, when hearts are open. The "butterfly" is a wonderful metaphor for opening up to love and change. I feel the desire there in your words of wanting and feeling worthy to deserve love. A gorgeous poem Tim:-) blessings, lynn

Mike Hauser August 28, 2016 at 2:17 PM You really packed it all into this one! Fine piece!

Charlie Smith August 28, 2016 at 12:03 PM "In the freshness of a new day, where the butterflies come to play" How great is that?

Anne-Lise Andresen August 28, 2016 at 11:38 AM - It's beautiful when butterflies dance and play, a lovely poem Tim - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Charmaine Chircop August 28, 2016 at 11:06 AM I love the untapped sea of love ,and following -Where the butterflies love to play...In a world full of wrong is what we need Tim. A fave.