Timothy Hicks Poet Sijo

Life On the Prairie

Sifting through prairie dust, letting it fall towards more of the same.
The great visions I had for this place now seem trite and foolish.
I dismally walk away while the clouds above let go a tiny ocean.

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Debbie Guzzi February 15, 2015 at 2:56 PM So nice to read your verse this chilly Sunday afternoon- the image of the dust bowl & then mudslides is very clear.. Light & Love

Caleah Buil December 2, 2014 at 1:06 PM I see this poem as almost giving up just as something great happens. Hope and dreams dash, and just when you think it's over, the rain comes right when you need it. Interesting. I like the imagery and how it makes you think. Like it!! Timothy Hicks December 13, 2014 at 1:52 AM Your insight is accurate and thorough. Life is funny - right when you think you've reach the breaking point, something unexpected comes your way - and it's just what you needed.

Eileen Manassian October 19, 2014 at 1:07 AM Lovely sijo...They aren't so easy to write...but you pulled this off so well....Oh...the clouds are letting a deluge down on us here in Beirut. I love it. I loved this write....It's so you, Timothy. Sweet and full of meaning. Timothy Hicks October 20, 2014 at 11:03 PM Thanks Eileen. I feel like Sijo is a much more elaborated Haiku. Oh, don't you just love the smell of rain? Does it rain much in Beirut?

Arthur Vaso October 18, 2014 at 11:20 PM You packed a lot in this one. I love a poem that makes you think like this! Timothy Hicks October 20, 2014 at 10:59 PM Thanks again Arthur!

Kim Van Breda October 18, 2014 at 3:26 AM YES !! Love this. It is so full of emotion illustrated through the two elements of nature that reflect our own opposite mood spectrums-- the droughts and the quenching floods of life. Timothy Hicks October 18, 2014 at 11:10 PM Another keen observer... I like the way you saw this. Love your genuine comments... thanks for reading me!

Andrea Dietrich October 17, 2014 at 9:24 PM love that ending part, let go a tiny ocean. So cool!!! Timothy Hicks October 18, 2014 at 11:08 PM Kind of an oxymoron, huh? What ocean is "tiny" :) Thanks for reading me as always, Andrea!

Debbie Guzzi October 17, 2014 at 7:21 PM so forlorn! How many many did this during the dust bowl? Thanks for stopping by my verse & yes that was me hiding in the library Light & Love Timothy Hicks October 18, 2014 at 11:07 PM So a true story then... thanks for stopping by as well, Debbie!

Paul Callus October 17, 2014 at 3:36 PM I can visualize a person walking through the prairie of his life, where dreams have sprouted and withered; but there is always the hope of renewal. // paul Timothy Hicks October 18, 2014 at 11:06 PM Very insightful observation, Paul. I appreciate your heartfelt comment :)

Suzanne Delaney October 17, 2014 at 11:06 AM Timothy It is great to see you again. I like how this poem turns around so effortlessly. Sometimes letting go brings it all to you. Thanks for making my day. I have been travelling recently and still never quite catch up. Hugs. SuZ Timothy Hicks October 18, 2014 at 11:05 PM It is hard to stay caught up on this site with so many awesome poets continually sharing their magic. Have fun on you travels and thanks for your visit!

Richard Lamoureux October 17, 2014 at 8:13 AM Thanks for enhancing my morning. Timothy Hicks October 18, 2014 at 11:04 PM Always happy to hear from you Rick... thanks! :)

Liam Mcdaid October 17, 2014 at 3:12 AM truly beautiful pen timothy Timothy Hicks October 18, 2014 at 11:03 PM Thanks again for visiting, Liam!

Dorian Petersen Potter October 17, 2014 at 2:05 AM Nice Sijo, Tim! Enjoyed it. xxxx D. Timothy Hicks October 18, 2014 at 11:03 PM Thanks for stopping by Dorian... glad you liked it!