One of my favorite
Things is to watch
The rain pass me
Having just cleansed me
Of the sooty grime
Of life it carries
On moving like brushes
In the car wash
Removing miles and miles
Carrying on like the
Tears of God Himself
Month: April 2022
NoMoreUhUh
I shall never ever
Write another poem for
Another man men leave
But my words stay
With me forever haunting
Me and reminding me
Just how permanent my
Foolish foolhardy follies are
Perhaps maybe one day
Someone will out last
My hurried poems at
Least long enough to
Read them before leaving
Fresh from my shower
And late for work
MissingSomething
I am not looking
For anything of course
That is until I
Do stumble upon it
Realizing it was missing
And how did I
Ever do without it
NowIWill
I no longer prefer
To find someone new
Rather like a monument
Or even natural wonder
I shall sit wait
Being my majestic self
Letting the curious onlookers
Wonder how in the
World something like me
Ever came to be
PoetryToMe
Poetry is the language
Of the ancient and
Children minds free to
Wander dream and think
Poetry confuses those middle
Minds taught to follow
For poetry never explains
But simply quietly suggests
Where you might go
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 