Timothy Hicks Poet Verse

Melancholy Memory

on a stiff mattress
in the camper trailer,
I couldn't see the stars
just ceiling...

a long camping trip
with too many board games,
nothing worthy of note,
but a thought:

"What if you're cancer
claimed you 'for I returned?"
the loud storm did nothing
for my mood...

I tried to be brave
for grandma slept with me;
suppressed weeping due to
thunder heads...

I called my friend up,
said, "Wanna chill?". He said,
"I have something I must
tell you first."



For the Melancholy Memory Contest.

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Laura Breidenthal March 20, 2016 at 12:24 PM Of course I am drawn to the title... ;) I am really glad I read this, Timothy. This is absolutely superb. Third stanza kills me...the stiff mattress, the suppressed weeping, and the storm certainly adds to the tension and perturbing thought..a sad moment in time, Timothy. Thank you for sharing. This intuition or premonition or instinct(whatever it was) is special, must have been shocking. Always, Laura Timothy Hicks March 21, 2016 at 6:48 PM it was a shock, but I never told my friend about the premonition .... you have such great perception. Timothy Hicks March 21, 2016 at 6:47 PM Hey Laura! This was an odd moment for me ... several years ago I had a premonition (you could call it) of a friend of mine's mom dying of cancer (we knew she was dying, but didn't know how long) ... during a stormy night in the woods, that feeling came to me, for whatever reason, that she died. When I returned home and hung out with my best friend, he broke the news to me that it did happen ...

Liam Mcdaid October 24, 2014 at 9:19 AM superb piece of timothy Timothy Hicks October 24, 2014 at 10:48 AM Maybe not the most "bright" spot in my memories. But it will always stick with me...

Monterey Sirak June 8, 2013 at 11:27 AM Congratulations on your winning poem. Timothy Hicks June 8, 2013 at 12:04 PM Thank you Monterey!

Poet Destroyer A June 6, 2013 at 8:48 PM Timothy , a nice winning poem. *Congratulations in Constance "Melancholy Memory" contest. always~ LINDA Timothy Hicks June 7, 2013 at 12:12 AM Thanks Linda! It was an interesting contest...

Joyce Johnson June 4, 2013 at 5:18 PM Congratulations on your win. Love, Joyce Timothy Hicks June 4, 2013 at 10:39 PM Thanks for stopping by Joyce!

Suzanne Delaney June 4, 2013 at 12:42 PM Congratulations, Tim: You are so perceptive. SuZ Timothy Hicks June 4, 2013 at 10:38 PM Thanks Suzanne! Much appreciated :)

Richard D Seal May 24, 2013 at 7:55 PM Hi Tim, I have returned, been away on work trip, no idea where to start with yours now, you post so many lol. I'll catch up eventually. Hope your keeping well. Good luck in this contest, a good write here.Take care, Richard Timothy Hicks May 24, 2013 at 11:02 PM I've been wondering where you were! Glad to have you back :) I post three a day so I don't blame anyone for feeling overwhelmed... lol. I'm doing well and I hope to see you around the boards!

Richard Lamoureux May 15, 2013 at 7:17 AM Sorry to hear this was a real story. You certainly captured it well. I hope they recovered.

Ndaba Sibanda May 14, 2013 at 9:48 AM Timothy, what a scintillating read. Congrats on your premium membership! Timothy Hicks May 14, 2013 at 2:01 PM Thanks Ndaba! It was because I won on the Worst Poem contest with my lyric Drunk Chicken... can't exactly say I'm proud of that one... LOL! Glad you enjoyed this one :)

Caleah Buil May 14, 2013 at 8:40 AM Wow, this poem struck me honestly and deeply towards the end. Melancholy memory indeed. Wish you the best in the contest, Timothy! Well done!! Timothy Hicks May 14, 2013 at 2:00 PM Thank you Caleah! The memory refers to a premonition I had of someone dying... when I got back from the dull camping trip it actually ended up happening! It gave me a weird depression feeling to say the least...