Timothy Hicks Poet Free verse

In the Meadow

Empty and hollow...

Mother who said I was never good enough
Those that stood there, snickering, as I wallowed in the mud
Father who took every sin I ever sinned and chewed it like cud

Empty and hollow...

Sister who used me like a crutch
Friends that pushed me under the bus
Brother who hugged me once and called it love

Empty and hollow...

But it turns out I was wrong all along
No one is ever truly, empty and hollow
For I found out once...

... and what I found was blood



Entered into the In The Meadow Contest
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Caleah Buil May 24, 2013 at 3:04 PM Wow, this was so GOOD poem! Family ties us all together whether we like it or not. Really well said! Timothy Hicks May 24, 2013 at 11:07 PM It seems everyone took this a bit differently with that ending... I really enjoy reading the varied responses... I like the way you viewed it with the family message (I honestly wasn't thinking that...).

Andrea Dietrich April 18, 2013 at 12:06 AM wow, that is one eerie and deep poem!! An excellent entry into the contest. btw, thanks for your comments. I always enjoy reading them. Timothy Hicks April 18, 2013 at 12:50 AM Thank you... we shall see what happens in the contest, but either way I'm happy just to write :)

Audrey Haick April 17, 2013 at 11:46 PM So sorry, "Little One". Sometimes family can let us down, but hopefully a few good friends will be around to lift us up. Boy, if they only truly knew how gifted you are! And all I would say to you is, carry no more, this baggage...leave it in the past..Let today be a new day for you, Tim. Another great poem by the way! Annalise Timothy Hicks April 18, 2013 at 12:50 AM Annalise, you are always so kind with your comments, and so insightful. Soup mail coming your way!

Skat A April 17, 2013 at 9:23 PM wow Timothy, I hope you did not have to find out the hard way. Down here, I know peeps that don't bleed. We call them heartless. JOKE :-> Sad you had to wallow in mud. ~*~SKAT Timothy Hicks April 18, 2013 at 12:49 AM Lol, you're funny. Thanks you for commenting on several of my poems!

Laura Breidenthal April 17, 2013 at 7:20 PM Eek! What a surprise indeed. A very powerful and touching one. Everyone has felt these feelings I'm sure, from different people. I can relate . Have a pleasant rest of the week and good luck on the contest. Always, Laura Timothy Hicks April 18, 2013 at 12:48 AM Thanks Laura... always love reading your comments!

Anne-Lise Andresen April 17, 2013 at 11:47 AM - Not exactly pleasant childhood memories .... - But a good poem Timothy.- Luck in contest ! - oxox / / Anne-Lise :) Timothy Hicks April 18, 2013 at 12:47 AM Thanks Anne! :)

Eileen Manassian April 17, 2013 at 10:27 AM BTW...I did comment on this poem, but now I don't see it. I said that this is your best poem yet, in my opinion. Have you read the poem Hollow Men? One of my favorites...give it a read. The emotions you have expressed here are phenomenal! Great work, my friend. Timothy Hicks April 18, 2013 at 12:47 AM Thank you Eileen! I am glad you could connect with it and I will have to check out Hollow Men, as well!

Eileen Manassian April 17, 2013 at 10:25 AM Timothy, I'm back to comment on what you wrote regarding my poem: My Mother's Eyes- Thoughts on the Armenian Genocide. My dear, the reason you haven't heard of it is because it was carried out by Turkey who is an ally of America. 1.5 million Armenians were marched into the desert on what has come to be called, the Death March. I won't go into details....April 24 marks the anniversary, and I will post another poem on this. My cause is to fight for recognition. Please...please read up on it. Timothy Hicks April 18, 2013 at 12:46 AM When I arrive back to the states tomorrow I shall look upon it.

Richard Lamoureux April 17, 2013 at 8:00 AM See my response to your comment for a New Dream. Also if you have a chance to read my Poem that I wrote this morning inspired by your tanka 2

Richard Lamoureux April 17, 2013 at 7:07 AM Sometimes people love us in their own way and somehow it is just not enough and yet in the end it has to be because that is all they have to give. I guess that's why we are given friends so that we can fill the love gaps. Timothy Hicks April 18, 2013 at 12:45 AM A profound statement. It's an incredible gift to simply have friends that know what you're going through...