Timothy Hicks Poet I do not know?

Vicious Cycle

The brush imitates your eyes
You eyes imitate the green grass
The green grass only grows because of the sun
The sun only sheds light because it was so
And because it was so we ask questions
We ask questions hoping someone will answer
We answer these questions under pressure
(But who really knows?)

I look to the sky thinking I've done this before
If all we do is copy then what's original?

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Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty November 7, 2014 at 11:47 AM Million Dollar question Timothy. A great point to ponder over. Go back to big bang or even before that you may find the answer. Love....rajat PS: Who says the world is only the copy of the original? It is a mere dream?. A Greek philosopher? Really, I have forgotten his name. May be Plato. I have to see. Love. rajat Timothy Hicks November 9, 2014 at 12:44 PM Not sure who you're quoting, but Plato would make sense. You ask some interesting questions yourself, Rajat! I was talking about the writer's dilemma, and pondering whether or not anything we come up is truly "original" in it's entirety, or just original in it's composition. Course it's open for interpretation :)

Paul Callus October 26, 2014 at 6:41 AM Good day Timothy! I always contend that originality lies in the mind of the author (not writer, but doer). Sometimes, what we believe to be original has already been repeated over and over again, perhaps under different guises. But should we stop cycling just because the wheel repeats the same motion ad nauseam!! // paul Timothy Hicks October 26, 2014 at 11:31 PM I daresay we don't stop cycling! Repetition is better than dormancy.

Richard Lamoureux October 24, 2014 at 8:23 AM God delights in repetition but if you look closely everything is inherently original. No two flowers, people or snowflake is the same. Therefore originality abounds because God made us in his image. Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty November 7, 2014 at 11:52 AM Richard, I have enjoyed your comment over Timothy's poem.Reality is composed of many ultimate substances. They are all images of God. Timothy Hicks October 24, 2014 at 10:37 AM So ergo God's image is original and comes in many shapes and sizes. I do enjoy your perspective, Richard.

Robert Johnson October 23, 2014 at 5:31 PM A sliver here a sliver there. Authenticity is everywhere. Not quite unique in it's display. But surely it must have it's way. You know you've written a good poem when you can inspire me to write these goofy rhymes. Peace. :) Timothy Hicks October 24, 2014 at 10:36 AM Robert, I enjoy reading your quirky, yet insightful, feedback. Authenticity in some shape or another, is indeed everywhere!

Jack Ellison October 23, 2014 at 4:45 PM Eileen said it all! Great write my friend! Timothy Hicks October 24, 2014 at 10:35 AM Nice to see your smiling face here, Jack! Very nice indeed :)

Andrea Dietrich October 22, 2014 at 4:27 PM Yeah, when you think about it, none of us probably has one original thought. But it is so cool to google one of your own lines of poetry and find out that nobody SAID it that way except you!! That is something anyway. haha Timothy Hicks October 24, 2014 at 10:33 AM Maybe not original in the sense that we've created something completely new. But original in how we pieced different fragments together... think of it like a mosaic!

Nigel Fox October 22, 2014 at 3:59 PM I had a really viscous cycle - a Kawasaki 750 at one time I went into a speed wobble at 115mph, still here , I read this it brings it all back - Thanks ! Timothy Hicks October 24, 2014 at 10:32 AM Sounds like a sweet ride, my friend! Nostalgia is always a good thing... Robert Johnson October 23, 2014 at 5:33 PM ahhh whooo! Can sooo relate. Glad you made it.