tim's Bits and Pieces - 95. en pointe

An extremely powerful piece of writing.

Take care tim, sending hugs xx

I don’t know you,

But I know this much,

On my life you’ve made a touch,

Through the words

You shine a light,

Making our lives so bright.

Now you wander a dark path,

Desperately look for light,

There’s no such a gift in me,

To light the flames so you could see.

But when you raise your glance at sun,

Catching tiny healing ray,

Feeling heat while you're at run,

That’s me, sending hugs today.

My first attempt at writing poetry in English! I know it's not much (certainly not Lord Byron 🙂) but it's from the heart! @Mikiesboy

16 hours ago, MichaelS36 said:

One day at a time, tim.  The poem is very graphic in its way and the image itself is creepy. However, it's well done. 

❤️

15 hours ago, kbois said:

One day. 

One hour.

One minute.

Every second counts. 

Hugs, my friend. 🩷

Thank you. xo

15 hours ago, dannyportwersburghuk said:

Ot sad but powerful too

Thanks, Danny.

14 hours ago, Reader1810 said:

 

Thank you, Reader ❤️

12 hours ago, Parker Owens said:

My heart and hugs go out to you. 

thank you, Parker xox

10 hours ago, weinerdog said:

More people have felt like what this poem expresses then would admit it

Maybe so.  It's sad to think that's the reality. Thank you, weinerdog.

9 hours ago, chris191070 said:

An extremely powerful piece of writing.

Take care tim, sending hugs xx

Thank you, chris. xoxo

3 hours ago, Cane23 said:

I don’t know you

But I know this much,

On my life you’ve made a touch,

Through the words

You shine a light,

Making our lives so bright.

 

Now you wander a dark path,

Desperately look for light,

There’s no such a gift in me

To light the flames so you could see.

 

But when your raise your glance at sun,

Catching tiny healing ray,

Feeling heat while you're at run,

That’s me, sending hugs today.

My first attempt at writing poetry in English! I know it's not much (certainly not Lord Byron 🙂) but it's from the heart! @Mikiesboy

It's a good poem. Thank you for your gift. xo

💙

9 lines, 33 words

that rip apart imagination – conjecture -

exposing it for what it is

33 words

to counter with life and hope and …

The Red Admiral on the wall next to the door

The purple-blue morning glory thriving through the drought

The gray morning mist hugging the valley at dawn

Yellowish carrots shaped by the stones constricting their growth, yet growing

Sun-loving laurel battling against the Northern conditions, yet thriving

A pair of common redstarts visited us today outside our window

looking around

never explaining why or what for

life goes on

a gift

every day

every hour

Be well, my friend!

Love

e

4 hours ago, drown said:

💙

Thanks, drown.

3 hours ago, mayday said:

9 lines, 33 words

that rip apart imagination – conjecture -

exposing it for what it is

 

33 words

to counter with life and hope and …

 

The Red Admiral on the wall next to the door

The purple-blue morning glory thriving through the drought

The gray morning mist hugging the valley at dawn

 

Yellowish carrots shaped by the stones constricting their growth, yet growing

Sun-loving laurel battling against the Northern conditions, yet thriving

 

A pair of common redstarts visited us today outside our window

looking around

never explaining why or what for

 

life goes on

a gift

every day

every hour

 

 

Be well, my friend!

Love

e

 

 

Thanks for sharing all those colours. The world is starting to look better. xo