Timothy Hicks Poet I do not know?

Mother Nature Mother Board

One sister is wise
And infinitely older

The other is recent
And still learning

At one time she
Was admired and respected

But now the golden child
Takes all the love for herself

With waterfalls she
Creates a rainbow

The other uses pixels
In which we can view anytime we like

One kills thousands with wind and rain
To gain attention

While the other
Simply shuts down

One was original
Appearing at the very first

The other was a jealous girl
A half baked idea



The hippies will eat all organic apples
on their way to the Apple store.
At the same time we poets type on our keyboards,
"And oh how the seagulls soared."



We can't pick our family.
We love them both.

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Laura Breidenthal September 30, 2016 at 3:52 AM "a half baked idea" Couldnt have wrote it better myself, Timothy.This is a very unique, interesting poem.. I love it! I love this duality of the originator (mother nature) to the imitator..(mother board), and how you connect it with the family. They coexist together despite their differences - one came from the other. The other may strive hard to be original, but it will always have a touch of its originator. Just a few of my thoughts while reading lol. Nice one. Always, Laura Laura Breidenthal September 30, 2016 at 3:52 AM Adding this to my favorites ;) ~Laura

Liam Mcdaid November 26, 2014 at 6:53 AM truly excellent pen timothy the ending spoke volumes bless you pal Timothy Hicks December 1, 2014 at 1:28 AM Thanks Liam! So happy this resonated with you :)

Justin Bordner November 12, 2014 at 8:25 PM Every root needs soil, every source has a union, every difference has a design spurred by similarities. Struggle is beautiful...J.A.B. Timothy Hicks November 25, 2014 at 2:29 PM You always intrigue with your unique perspective. If struggle is beautiful then perhaps that makes comfort a bit on the ugly side, no? I suppose lumps of coal can only turn into diamonds after years of pressure :)

Paul Callus November 10, 2014 at 3:13 PM Timothy, your last two lines say it all; we can't pick and choose. The only solution is to learn to live with all, and to do that there must be understanding, patience, acceptance and love. Of course, in order for this to work there has to be good will from all sides. // paul Timothy Hicks November 25, 2014 at 2:27 PM Appreciate your erudite insight. Good will from all sides - each working towards a better tomorrow - I like how you think!

Jan Allison November 10, 2014 at 2:43 PM I would gladly swap my sister at the present moment Timothy oh boy shes the chosen one lol but guess i love her really! - great write and I really enjoyed the second to last stanza especially:-) hugs Jan xx Timothy Hicks November 25, 2014 at 2:25 PM Thanks for your visit, Jan. Family is family.