1501
My new poems are
Bleak; maybe it is just too
Much Thomas Hardy?
Brian Hick October 2015
©copyright Sally Hick 19.10.26
Monday, October 19, 2026
Wednesday, October 14, 2026
1500
Momento mori
We smile back from the pile of photographs,
Ourselves, though younger,
Plus many who no longer change,
As we, still living, do,
While forgetfulness and dates that do not stick
Inch us ever closer towards a final snap
Whose deadening flash will seal
Our endless headlong dash to stay alive.
Sun bleached, the photos stare;
Accusing us because we are alive
And have forgot their names
But for the ones whose love still hurts
Hanging s thread of guilt
On desiccated branches
In the silt of memory.
Brian Hick October 2015
©copyright Sally Hick 14.10.26
Monday, October 12, 2026
Wednesday, October 7, 2026
Tuesday, October 6, 2026
1497
Sometimes I think I should have been a hermit
Living in a cave close to the sea
Listening to the silence of the seashore
The lull of waves rumbling eternally
With endless time to catch the truths around me
The subtle truths which somehow slip away
Between the endless chatter, idle banter
That comes with being sociable each day.
But solitude can gravitate to madness
Ideas become irrational and wild
Sudden insight vanish into vagueness
And insight to the musings of a child.
Maybe I should stay just as I am
Hoping I'll become a wiser man.
Brian Hick October 2015
©copyright Sally Hick 6.10.26
Wednesday, September 30, 2026
Monday, September 28, 2026
1495
The Norman nave transmutes to noise
The bright baroque of Bach's pure lines,
With hazy vagueness in the vaults.
Where crystal clarity should shine
Trumpet trill with counterpoint
From sweet sopranos, sombre bass
These mangled melodies all melt
Into the basilisk's embrace.
Brian Hick September 2015
©copyright Sally Hick 28.9.26
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