Timothy Hicks Poet Grook

The Only Thing That Is Foreseeable

Why does one write poetry?
To get lost in the solace of words,
to encourage one to look at birds;
or is it something much less communicable:
a state of being, like a look in the eye,
that is unreadable?
We could talk night and day,
about the how and why,
but the only thing that is foreseeable
is the poet coming back again
for the ink and pen.

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Maurice Rigoler April 4, 2016 at 3:15 PM A question I've wrestled with for years but as yet have no definite answer, except like any addiction, one always goes back to it. Love the simplicity of this poem, yet it is greater than its parts. Enjoyed. / M Timothy Hicks April 5, 2016 at 1:39 AM Thanks Maurice. Perhaps it's not "one" answer, but many answers.

Laura Breidenthal April 4, 2016 at 5:20 AM I suppose the answer depends on the poet, and as you point out, the only way to truly find out, is if that said poet continues writing, and revealing. (: - very thoughtful composition here, Timothy. Always, Laura Timothy Hicks April 5, 2016 at 1:17 AM Very understanding, Laura ... it's a never-ending treasure hunt it seems! Thanks :)

Paul Callus April 3, 2016 at 1:47 PM Yes, despite everything the poet will go back to his roots...in that sanctuary where inspiration patiently awaits. // paul Timothy Hicks April 5, 2016 at 12:53 AM It's a fine sanctuary to be, I think :) Thanks Paul.

Poet Tacito April 3, 2016 at 11:05 AM Love it! The reason for poetry is the same as the meaning of life: Its reason, its meaning, is defined by us. Timothy Hicks April 5, 2016 at 12:48 AM Very true, Drake!

Sara Kendrick April 3, 2016 at 7:13 AM Different strokes for different folks..Creative mood helps..Enjoyed reading your work..Thanks for stopping by..Sara Timothy Hicks April 5, 2016 at 12:47 AM Indeed. Thanks Sara!

Arthur Vaso April 2, 2016 at 10:37 PM That last line says it all! Great write! Timothy Hicks April 5, 2016 at 12:37 AM Thanks Arthur!

Andrea Dietrich April 2, 2016 at 3:38 PM Marvelous one about poetry, Timothy. Hope you are enjoying the weekend. Why a pelican picture?Why???? Timothy Hicks April 4, 2016 at 11:55 PM Because pelicans are awesome :D Lol ... Peli and I, we go way back. Thanks Andrea.

J. Tudor April 2, 2016 at 1:50 PM When the iris becomes the pupil, poetry becomes the teacher, at least in the foreseeable future. J. Timothy Hicks April 4, 2016 at 3:53 AM What an insightful (and poetic) comment, J. Thanks! I do feel that someone (thing) else is teaching me when I write ... it's a never-ending process ...