Most of us
Live in boxes
Some our design
Others are theirs
The choice you
Have is whether
To build your
Own temporary shelter
Affording your freedom
Or being captive
In those of
Another called hell
Month: November 2020
ColdSunshine
Did you bring
The storm or
Did it bring
You something changed
Last night downpours
And fury darkness
Flashing clouds then
Just wet silence
Today remnants scrape
Past my sky
Moving on just
Like my heart
Leaving me with
Just cold sunshine
NoLonger
The hardest thing
To hear last
Night wasn’t goodbye
It was that
You don’t read
Me any more
That my words
No longer tickle
You that you
Have gotten so
Used to them
That they mean
Nothing at all
Now I’ve become
Unopened letters that
You simply avoid
Sitting now on
The corner or
Counter gathering dust
HeavensDance (to Bean)
Why do we
Dance this dance
Why when I
Advance you retreat
Why when I
Ignore you appear
When oh when
Will you and
I be at
The same place
At the same
Time that we
Were when we
Began or are
We supposed to
Fly through the
Heavens simply nodding
As we pass
Each other forever
Bumping into others
That don’t exist
Curtains (to Bean)
It’s interesting to
Realize that even
Without you here
Things that you
Touched ate or
Heard somehow reminds
Me of you
As though you
Are still here
As I touch
Eat and hear
Them once again
You are hanging
Here like curtains
Of my life
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 