Timothy Hicks Poet Ghazal

The Lion Within

I've walked barefoot through boiling sand, you don't even know.
Tried many times to grasp your hand, you don't even know.

To letters written then burnt; signals typed then canceled -
I rode this crazy train unmanned, you don't even know.

Sent roses signed anonymous to inspire a smile;
I sat and watched but didn't stand, you don't even know.

A picnic atop the roof, watching stars reflect off
of blue eyes . . . all this I had planned, you don't even know.

Timothy stutters at the words so instead he writes;
he's tried his best to tell you and you don't even know.

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Lenny Gazbowski April 14, 2016 at 12:07 PM Beautifully written Timothy. Timothy Hicks April 28, 2016 at 11:29 PM Thanks Lenny!

Manmath Dalei April 8, 2016 at 12:52 AM Very beautiful ghazal. I have not written any ghazal till date, but have interest to write.I joyed it..........With love Timothy Hicks April 14, 2016 at 4:02 AM Thanks, Manmath! It can be a fun form to try if you pick a flexible enough refrain ... hope you'll try it one day!

Laura Breidenthal March 18, 2016 at 9:19 PM This is beautiful Timothy..at least we do know a little more though..love this gem! Walking barefoot through boiling sand, sweet line. I can relate. You're not letting that inner lion sleep. Always, Laura Timothy Hicks March 27, 2016 at 9:36 PM Us Leos have to roar now and then ... lol. Glad you enjoyed, Laura!

Funom Makama February 6, 2015 at 7:02 AM You write graciously and wonderfully. Its blissful coming across this piece. There's nothing more than I can say other than, this is simply awesome and great

Richard Lamoureux January 4, 2015 at 8:20 AM A lion would not stop until she knew!

Caleah Buil December 31, 2014 at 2:58 PM .....This is me right here. Felt that. So touched. Wow. Dying to say, but never get the nerve to. Love this one. Caleah Buil January 5, 2015 at 1:17 PM Thank you! Thought it was finally time, been a while! You should update yours sometime too. :D Timothy Hicks January 4, 2015 at 12:05 AM Thanks Caleah! Also your new avatar pic looks very nice... I haven't changed mine in ages!

Poet Destroyer A December 25, 2014 at 10:45 PM Timothy, Stopping by to say hi, and wish you the best... Enjoy your days and the coming New Year. Love ~LINDA~ Timothy Hicks January 4, 2015 at 12:05 AM You as well, Linda! Haven't talked to you in quite awhile it seems!

Paul Callus December 25, 2014 at 3:41 AM Back again Timothy, this time to wish you a blessed and merry Christmas and all the best for 2015. Take care. // paul Timothy Hicks January 4, 2015 at 12:04 AM Merry Christmas to you, too, Paul! A little late in responding, I admit, but better late than never!

Richard Lamoureux December 24, 2014 at 10:17 AM Sad! I came to wish you Merry Christmas but now I'm depressed. Just kidding, good poem Timothy! Timothy Hicks January 4, 2015 at 12:03 AM Thank you Richard! And Merry Christmas to you as well! :)

Paul Callus December 15, 2014 at 6:56 AM Hi Timothy....love how you dealt with your sentiments here. Now that all of us know how you feel, isn't it time to let her know as well! Come on, my friend, go for it!! // paul Timothy Hicks January 4, 2015 at 12:03 AM Thank you for the encouragement! Though sad to say this piece was written a few years back, and now feels somewhat foreign to me, reading it now - perhaps because I'm reading about a much different me!

Russell Sivey December 15, 2014 at 6:33 AM Wow Timothy, you have surely written a fabulous and intriguing write here my friend! I really enjoyed reading this wondrous poem here this morning! You have brought a smile to my face as I have been here before myself too, I believe we all have! This is an excellent piece and a glorious poem! What a delight it was to read this, Great Work!! Timothy Hicks January 4, 2015 at 12:02 AM Always very kind, Russell. First loves are always the most confusing!

Connie Marcum Wong December 15, 2014 at 2:29 AM Those who torture themselves for the sake of love eventually get up the courage to let that person know, it comes with the wisdom of age. I loved the lightness of this romantic piece Tim. Timothy Hicks January 4, 2015 at 12:00 AM Thank your insight and delightful comment, Connie. There's a certain power to lightness and a strength to subtlety. At least there are worse things to torture yourself with.. ha ha. Glad you like my poem!

Arthur Vaso December 14, 2014 at 8:32 PM Two thoughts crossed my mind here, first this is beautiful, and I have written some on same theme as have many others here, now wouldn't it be funny if we were all writing about the same gal? LOL Timothy Hicks January 3, 2015 at 11:57 PM You're hilarious, friend! Love triangles are difficult enough, but love hexagons??

Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty December 14, 2014 at 12:31 PM A couple of lions within you I know Timothy. Love XXXX rajat Timothy Hicks January 3, 2015 at 11:56 PM Hopefully those lions are on the same side and not fighting against one another... lol! Always the interesting comment-er, Rajat!

Tim Smith December 14, 2014 at 12:24 PM Let her know my friend.... Your big heart will melt hers Timothy Hicks January 3, 2015 at 11:56 PM Thank you Tim! I wrote this a few years back so the situation is actually not the same as it once was... happy you were moved by my words, however - appreciate the sincerity!

Shadow Hamilton December 14, 2014 at 6:35 AM sadness and hope pour from your excellent write Tim hugs 7 Timothy Hicks January 3, 2015 at 11:55 PM Humbled by the 7, Shadow... thank you!

Eileen Manassian December 14, 2014 at 3:41 AM Oh Timothy.......Just say it. Just say it, sweetie. You are such an amazing man....she would be a fool not to KNOW that. Hugs. Blue eyes....Ah....blue eyes can be so alluring. Be careful, hon. Timothy Hicks January 3, 2015 at 11:54 PM Thanks for the encouragement and kind words as always Eileen. Your comment moved me... this is actually a very old one, written years ago, so it almost feels foreign to me, reading it now.