What’s the difference
Between hard soft
Touch perhaps but
No it’s sound
Or better hear
We hear that
Which serves us
The other fodder
What if we
Listened to fodder
And heard truth
Think for a
Moment everything that
You might have
Missed listening for
The one thing
You’d never hear
Standing atop the
Hill of battle
Surveying the carnage
And self destruction
I decide to
Stop with what
I have left
Men are formidable
Foes cunning strategic
Strangers in everything
Including love war
And simply life
No war or
Love was ever
Won without retreat
For many have
Fallen except me
I stand alone
And so he
Said we were
There somewhere in
A dream facing
Each other arms
And legs crossed
Like fallen trees
Whispering and making
The sounds that
Only lovers do
Sometimes fury sometimes
Rain sometimes sun
Sometimes sometimes the
Silence of snow
Skies are blue
Leaves fallen trees
Stand shivering against
Late December winds
Flat country except
For a small
Rise that touches
Horizon with ashen
Green trees white
Sun strips birch
Bare peeling like
Last summer’s sunburn
This day the
Day after Christmas
The one thing
That I’m not
Is patient and
Yet you keep
Pressing right there
It’s painful yes
But who but
You could press
There and not
Hurt me I
Hate you for
This and yet
Understand that sometimes
Those that love
Us most know
Right where and
When to push
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 