1503 - Club La Costa - bits and pieces

A

One benefit ot

Flying to Dublin; there are

No meals on the flight.

B

Brilliant white clouds and

A stretch of deep blue sing me

A heavenly Rothko.

C

Sally is watching

The end of Downton Abbey;

I write this - outside.

D

Like St Francis we must feed

The birds who sit and wait;

Chirping sparrows, collar doves,

Swallows and a single robin,

A blackbird and its mate.

F

Congratulations

Are in order - we did

Not buy a time share.

Brian Hick November2015

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 1502

Confidential information

To her insurance agent

'Well, I can't say what it is,

I'm on the train,

It begins with a C

Yes, L, A, M...

I can' t say...'

She just did

To all the world.

'Oh yes

And a bit of

Depression...

And a gastric band.'

Brian Hick November 2015

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 1501

My new poems are

Bleak; maybe it is just too

Much Thomas Hardy?

Brian Hick October 2015

©copyright Sally Hick 19.10.26

 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

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 1499

As I went to Sweeny Todd

          I passed a sign

            Which read

      Best pies in Bristol.

Brian Hick October 2015

©copyright Sally Hick 10.10.26

 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.

 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