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Vicious Cycle

The brush imitates your eyes You eyes imitate the green grass The green grass only grows because of the sun The sun only sheds light because it was so And because it was so we ask questions We ask questions hoping someone will answer We answer these questions under pressure (But who really knows?) I look to the sky thinking I've done this before If all we do is copy then what's original?

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Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty

Date: 11/7/2014 11:47:00 AM

Million Dollar question Timothy. A great point to ponder over. Go back to big bang or even before that you may find the answer. Love....rajat PS: Who says the world is only the copy of the original? It is a mere dream?. A Greek philosopher? Really, I have forgotten his name. May be Plato. I have to see. Love. rajat

Timothy Hicks
Date: 11/9/2014 12:44:00 PM

Not sure who you're quoting, but Plato would make sense. You ask some interesting questions yourself, Rajat! I was talking about the writer's dilemma, and pondering whether or not anything we come up is truly "original" in it's entirety, or just original in it's composition. Course it's open for interpretation :)

Paul Callus

Date: 10/26/2014 6:41:00 AM

Good day Timothy! I always contend that originality lies in the mind of the author (not writer, but doer). Sometimes, what we believe to be original has already been repeated over and over again, perhaps under different guises. But should we stop cycling just because the wheel repeats the same motion ad nauseam!! // paul

Timothy Hicks
Date: 10/26/2014 11:31:00 PM

I daresay we don't stop cycling! Repetition is better than dormancy.

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 10/24/2014 8:23:00 AM

God delights in repetition but if you look closely everything is inherently original. No two flowers, people or snowflake is the same. Therefore originality abounds because God made us in his image.

Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
Date: 11/7/2014 11:52:00 AM

Richard, I have enjoyed your comment over Timothy's poem.Reality is composed of many ultimate substances. They are all images of God.

Timothy Hicks
Date: 10/24/2014 10:37:00 AM

So ergo God's image is original and comes in many shapes and sizes. I do enjoy your perspective, Richard.

Robert Johnson

Date: 10/23/2014 5:31:00 PM

A sliver here a sliver there. Authenticity is everywhere. Not quite unique in it's display. But surely it must have it's way. You know you've written a good poem when you can inspire me to write these goofy rhymes. Peace. :)

Timothy Hicks
Date: 10/24/2014 10:36:00 AM

Robert, I enjoy reading your quirky, yet insightful, feedback. Authenticity in some shape or another, is indeed everywhere!

Jack Ellison

Date: 10/23/2014 4:45:00 PM

Eileen said it all! Great write my friend!

Timothy Hicks
Date: 10/24/2014 10:35:00 AM

Nice to see your smiling face here, Jack! Very nice indeed :)

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 10/22/2014 4:27:00 PM

Yeah, when you think about it, none of us probably has one original thought. But it is so cool to google one of your own lines of poetry and find out that nobody SAID it that way except you!! That is something anyway. haha

Timothy Hicks
Date: 10/24/2014 10:33:00 AM

Maybe not original in the sense that we've created something completely new. But original in how we pieced different fragments together... think of it like a mosaic!

Nigel Fox

Date: 10/22/2014 3:59:00 PM

I had a really viscous cycle - a Kawasaki 750 at one time I went into a speed wobble at 115mph, still here , I read this it brings it all back - Thanks !

Timothy Hicks
Date: 10/24/2014 10:32:00 AM

Sounds like a sweet ride, my friend! Nostalgia is always a good thing...

Robert Johnson
Date: 10/23/2014 5:33:00 PM

ahhh whooo! Can sooo relate. Glad you made it.