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When It Comes To Me

I often sit for long periods of time hoping the perfect beginning will come to me. To write a poem that starts with a pristine Capital leaving readers with great expectations. But after much torment, with not a fleck of gold in sight, it's comes to my attention that much like life, How it Began isn't half as important as How it Finishes, (And neither as important as How it Is in the Present) That's how it was, in any case, when the landlord dropped the news that sunny Idahoan morn; It was a time for a change, they all said in unison: my sister, my brother, my mother --- And like the sweetest melancholy, I couldn't help but agree, For I knew no matter where I went I'd always have poetry ... (but now it seems she has alluded me) Through 2,500 miles and 9 states; through a million and a half brand new things ... and yet Inspiration refuses to sing. As I sit here in suspense for that metaphorical gravy train, wondering when the words will start flowing again. Will it be like it was before, when it comes to me? Ears perked to the extreme with expectations of a symphony? When it comes to me ... Will they laugh? Will they cry? Will my words come across like softest lullaby? Because sometimes our muse just up and leaves, we wonder why. But no my most cherished friends, we mustn't cry, for it's been a great adventure, has it not? Remember the words of Dr. Seuss: Don't be sad that it's over, Smile that it happened. Though words were once putty in my hands I now take in the beauty that encompasses me, content to just let it sit, without the need to express it ... But don't be fooled, Dearest Reader, for I have the highest hope that stars will dance, leaves will fly, birds will sing, WHEN it comes to me. But will you believe me when I say I've watched the stars fall and flicker between the leaves a hand's breadth from my fingertips? (go on and take a sip the magic's free) That I've breathed in the air, as if it were honeysuckle blooming in the sky just for me. Oh and how I wish you could see beyond the words of this page, for it's beyond a tragedy that all I have to give is this poem. You know I'd offer you my eyes for you to see the things I'm seeing. (put your hand on my chest, can you feel it beating?) Like the petals of a rose she holds me close: the place where the bright rubicund clay makes way for my Armstrongian footprints ---just one small step then comes the leap--- My arms spread wide hoping for discovery, but preparing for catastrophe ... And believe me when I say I couldn't dream of sleep, for when it comes to me the minstrels will weep, the prisoners'll be set free ... as emotions become ablaze in new and surprising ways. For there's a lily pad pond, just outside my backdoor .... that's begging for a tale to be penned. There's a place called Mount Alto sitting just like a storybook outside the backdoor, my friends, whilst I sit here listening to the cicadas sing in Valley Soprano, reminding me that everything is but a poem-in-waiting: The rolling green hills bearing witness of mountain familiarity; the black butterflies flitting between the berry blossoms of May. Everything is so new here ... far beyond anything I could ever say. And I hope I can do it justice, to paint a picture in your head, with every ounce of the things I've said ... (auto-biography? fantasy? you won't be able to tell the difference when it comes to me)

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Date: 7/27/2016 7:07:00 AM
MAN!I don't know to be mad ,sad,happy,to say I'm on my way to get you and you stay in my invisible guest house or congratulate you.I hate to say it but this is by far and no offense to my fellow poets but damn't boi.I hope there is a lot of filler in that!I don't think there is but I'm gonna pretend that there is.Either way that is one Hell of a Masterpiece my brother.Brilliant.I give it a 2/7.lol.I knew you were good but.....56/7.Justin''Doc''
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Timothy Hicks
Date: 8/31/2016 4:22:00 PM
Not sure what to say, Jai, but I thank you for your kind words and uplifting feedback! Truly makes my day! :D
Date: 6/25/2016 2:31:00 AM
Wow....these thoughts are immense. This is a beautiful, thoughtful composition, Timothy. I find I can relate to it. Something big is happening - ---so why am I not getting inspired?? Why hasn't something profound and genius surfaced over this? The mind is interesting. Can inspiration be forced? Not sure, but this was awesome, straight from your sweet poetic heart. Always, Laura
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Timothy Hicks
Date: 8/31/2016 4:16:00 PM
Thanks Laura! I'm not sure if inspiration can be forced or not ... sometimes it feels like it is and yet still something good comes from it, nonetheless.
Date: 5/18/2016 3:34:00 PM
I have little time but I promise to see your newer posts tomorrow!
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Timothy Hicks
Date: 5/20/2016 10:37:00 AM
It's all good, my friend ... take your time.
Date: 5/18/2016 3:33:00 PM
hmmm, had to reread it to see the lightening bugs. It's hard to catch!! We called them lightening bugs too, Timothy. But I have heard others say fireflies. So they are already out and about? I thought it took until JUNE!
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Timothy Hicks
Date: 5/20/2016 10:04:00 AM
No worries, Andrea ... I believe it is a reference that is so vague it would only really make sense to me ... lol. I'm very happy they came out early :)
Date: 5/17/2016 12:49:00 AM
I love the 'poem in waiting bit.' When I moved from Australia back to here, I experienced the same block. When I finally began writing again I called them my New Muse Poems. You are doing the right thing with stream of consciousness writing. Important to keep the lines open lol SuZ
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Timothy Hicks
Date: 5/20/2016 10:32:00 AM
Glad you liked this one, Suzanne ... Stream of Conscious seems the most natural to me at the moment, as it's difficult to express some of the more complex feelings in a more structured verse ...
Date: 5/16/2016 4:03:00 PM
What can I say, Timothy...if this is writer's block, then what can we expect once your muse showers you with inspiration!:) Looking forward to reading more Georgian poetry! ~ Regards // paul
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Timothy Hicks
Date: 5/20/2016 10:23:00 AM
Your lovely comments are a treat, Paul ... thank you!
Date: 5/16/2016 3:15:00 PM
ahhhh, and there it is! the perfect ending! I am hoping this was inspired somewhat by the line of mine you mentioned liking (when things we see are like a gift meant just for us) Hey, have you ever seen fireflies? Those are coming your way, I am sure. I miss them so much. Love how you got your black butterfly in here too. I hope you grow to love your new home!!
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Timothy Hicks
Date: 5/20/2016 10:08:00 AM
Well I'm loving it so far ... it's just different than what I am used too, of course. So pleased you liked my piece.
Date: 5/16/2016 3:11:00 PM
haha, I just got to the part WHEN it comes to me and I thought, that was the perfect ending and then I saw I was only halfway through it. are you sure your muse isn't there with you? Ok let me finish it now.
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Timothy Hicks
Date: 5/20/2016 10:06:00 AM
Yes ... it was rather lengthy! This took me quite awhile to pen down (partly because I forced myself), and because of that it felt more like writer's block to me ...
Date: 5/16/2016 1:23:00 PM
Exceptional write Timothy!
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Timothy Hicks
Date: 5/19/2016 12:41:00 PM
Thank you very much, James!
Date: 5/16/2016 8:31:00 AM
Happy to know your in your new home in Georgia. I had a writer's block for about two weeks not so long ago. Made me think I might be going dry. But I snapped out of it and three new poems were the result, the last one I posted this morning. Really enjoyed your "When it comes to me." Many great lines throughout. Waiting for the next one. / Maurice
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Timothy Hicks
Date: 5/18/2016 12:56:00 PM
You still have much more to say, my friend, in that big ole brain of yours :) Perhaps the two-week block was just a recuperation, like sleep. Pleased you liked my poem ... I wasn't intending it for it to be so long, but so it goes ...
Date: 5/16/2016 7:37:00 AM
If only I could be so uninspired! This was quite amazing my friend!
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Timothy Hicks
Date: 5/18/2016 12:45:00 PM
One of the best comments I've had in awhile, my friend ... I had to force myself out of writer's block ... usually it works with great determination :)
Date: 5/16/2016 6:55:00 AM
Everything is a poem in waiting, I was thinking of how to say that the other day, and here you with your writers block came up with it. Wow what will happen when you're free flowing? Great observations and expressions of how we all feel sometimes. Maybe you would like my when rivers run dry poem. Cheers
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Timothy Hicks
Date: 5/18/2016 12:39:00 PM
Thanks for the kind words and encouragement ... I just checked out your poem, and I loved it. This particular poem took quite awhile to write ... typically it's easier. Sometimes when the words won't flow you just have to force yourself to get the creativity going again ...
Date: 5/16/2016 2:19:00 AM
How lovely!! Your words are so so wonderful.. the form is marvellous too; it's tough to write so amazingly in Free Verse!! :) :)
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Timothy Hicks
Date: 5/18/2016 12:14:00 PM
Why thank you, Sneha ... very kind of you. It all depends on the type of poet ... with some people structured verse is more natural ... for others free-verse. I like to try both, but always seem to gravitate more towards free-style ...
Date: 5/15/2016 10:01:00 PM
There sure was a lot between the start and the finish here! and...... it was all great, like this type of poetry! :)
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Timothy Hicks
Date: 5/18/2016 12:09:00 PM
Appreciate that you tagged along for the ride and made it to the end ... I know it was a bit lengthy ... lol. Thanks Art.
Date: 5/15/2016 9:58:00 PM
Wow Tim...you took me on a terrific journey...yes it is the end that matters and you hit it out of the park for a walk off...a fav
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Timothy Hicks
Date: 5/18/2016 12:04:00 PM
Thanks Mr. Tim ... your words mean a lot, and of course, I appreciate the fave :)