1498
Tonight the death of
That Pizza Express Moment;
Jet black serviettes.
Brian Hick November 2015
©copyright Sally Hick 7.10.26
The Pizza Express Moment, was waiting for food to arrive, when Brian would write on the serviette.
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
Saturday, September 26, 2026
Tuesday, September 22, 2026
1493
So many blue skies.
Yes, when it rains, it rains,
But in between -
So many blue skies.
After August's downpours
The endless squidgy days
Damp evenings and dull nights
At last in late September
So many blue skies.
On the beach this morning
Blade surfers ride the tide
Waves tumbling in a crystal haze
Of low sunlight;
So many blue skies.
Evening deepens
Into cobalt night
So many blue skies.
Brian Hick September 2015
©copyright Sally Hick 22.9.26
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