Month: July 2020

AgainMorning (to Bean)

~ Harlan Didrickson

Orange sherbet sky

Bleeds blue azure

Glowing through streaks

Of nighttime rain

As birds gossip

About yesterday’s sorely

Lack of worms

Drink umbrella flowers

Curtsy and shake

Like wet dogs

Sending dew drops

Airborne and parachuting

Landing on chutes

Of grass sliding

Gleefully like children

Down down down

Steam rises silently

From coffee cups

Like elegant fingers

Of social matrons

Crawling between cracks

In bedroom doors

Knocking sleepy eyes

Last nights cologne

Blending with seductive

Columbian and cream

SweetSilence

~ Harlan Didrickson

You don’t remember

Not long ago

On most radios

You heard static

And less music

There is joy

In ill-tuned things

It requires hope

That some where

You’ll hear clarity

Today’s static

Is very different

It is opinion

Impossible to escape

Prevalent and embroiling

Indeed life is

Such a thing

Swimming in noise

Mostly unrelenting noise

Switch it off

To find your

Own sweet silence

SoGoesYou (to Bean)

~ Harlan Didrickson

Let me explain

Like the moon

That we see

When we see

It most often

Shields the better

Parts of itself

From our view

Only ever showing

All of itself

Once a month

The rest slivers

Waxing and waning

However its energy

Continues to balance

Tides and affects

The heavenly bodies

Imagine a world

Absent the moon

Even just parts

Aren’t we better

To enjoy some

Most the time

Then none ever

For even slivers

Bring great light

To our dark

And cold world

Ergo for me

So goes you

MorningSong (to Bean)

~ Harlan Didrickson

Dawn is yawning

Orange and white

Erasing nights dark

Blues and black

A skied pallet

Of warm colors

Sleepy trees stretch

Full of birds

Beginning to chat

Dew diamonds sprinkle

Blades of grass

Like spun webs

Of sugar cane

Coffee maker gurgles

Gargles and groans

Streaming into cups

Two in hand

Spilling a bit

Kissing you awake

You kiss sip

Smile and wink

And like birds

Begin your delicate

Morning song repertoire

Outside/Inside

~ Harlan Didrickson

Under glass panes

Next to others

Flowers do bloom

But never grow

They don’t understand

Worldly torrents deluge

And its catastrophe

They bloom outwardly

Not as flowers

Same as caged

Birds still sing

But few songs

For flight inspires

Melodies far reach

Think not yourself

By the outside

Which people keep

For them selves

But from inside

Where no one

But you will

Find and keep