Writing poetry is
Like standing in
Front of a
Lover naked for
The first time
There’s nothing between
You and them
Except
You and them
Take me as
I am as
I take you
Let us make
Something anything
That takes us
Away
Let this be
Ours
And tomorrow we
Will go back
To our everyday
Life knowing that
Yesterday we enjoyed
Just each other
We are never
Who we appear
To be most
Of us are
Sorcerers casting spells
Always keeping yourself
Away what if
If
You let someone
In
If in
Then what spells
Would you cast
Love isn’t that
Love is naked
After time even
The most painful
Memories turn pleasant
It’s not the
Pain that becomes
Pleasant it’s its
Forgiveness the heart
Heals after time
Learning to love
Even that which
Brought you pain
When you tune
Out the noise
Of life when
You stop listening
Even to yourself
And wander into
A forest you
Will hear the
Cackling and calling
Of birds one
To the other
While unseen you
Know they’re there
Just like angels
Singing the sweet
Melodies of heaven
One day I
Will meet a
Guy that rather
Than tires of
My poetry sings
It’s praises to
Me until then
I’ll hum these
Words to myself
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 