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

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1496

We climbed the hill

Turning to catch the glory

Of St Michael's Mount

Misted in the Bay.

Nothing for Wordsworth

Could have brought

More joy.

Brian Hick September 2015

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 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

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 1494

On the horizon

Twilight's knife has slashed itself

A blood red sunset.

Brian Hick September 2015

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 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

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 1492

        Mahler 3

What God tells me.

          Why is

     God's music

  So much easier

Than God's word?

Brian Hick September 2015

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 1491

This is just between ourselves

Just for you and me

And if we want to write in rhyme

Well then, let it be;

For no one else will see the words

Which we put on this page

And nobody will know if we

Are high or in a rage

For this is our own time

Though others call it prayer

And go all holy on the world

As if they do not dare

Admit that it is easy

Listening to you each day

Easy soaking up your love

Letting you have your way

And all I have to do is be -

As best as I can -

Your hands and eyes, your thoughts, your words

To each woman and man;

For, while it's easy for us

To join in love like this

Others find it oh so hard

To accept the bliss

Which your stillness, like a dream,

Wakens in my heart

Till all that you created me

Is you in every part.

Brian Hick September 2015

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