Tim Kimball

Rookie - 139 Points (April 30,1967 / Fairfax, VA)

Simulated Levels Of Magicians - Poem by Tim Kimball

In not understanding
What you don't get...
Help for the helpless -
Unable to carry on,
On their own.

Unexpected present circumstances
Talking past our own conversations;
Breaking glass,
And mixing it in with
Red playgrounds,
Fading their way
Into our memories.

Which way to put on
The pain that you wore,
Along with a lack of experiences;
Dying on the vine, like
Many berries that aren't
In the mood anymore.

What are you getting to?
Mixing in the colors,
Like so many mixtures
Of paints, testing
Different textures.

Picking your way
Past a thousand yesterdays,
That know not where
They went wrong,
Only that they're left
Grasping for lost tomorrows.

'Deja Vu', he screams,
From his bed of tattered dreams;
Tightening the reins of compassion,
Around crafty, bouncing creatures
That can't find their way
Past a broken field of warriors.

03/29/08

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 1, 2008



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