Dreams are where
The lazy live
If you don’t
Chase something then
Don’t expect to
Ever catch it
Month: April 2022
Maybeland
What is possible
Is almost always
Certainly never probable
That is what
Dreams are for
They carry us
Beyond the real
Beyond the now
Into a place
Called simply maybe
It is there
In that place
Let me live
There in maybeland
Where the possible
Becomes the probable
JustBookendsWe
At first I
Thought that we
We were just
Two knickknacks collected
On a whim
Just things from
Somewhere else placed
Here to remember
A bygone time
Obviously different yet
Strikingly similar we
Hold a place
One of memory
Until today when
Hands repositioned us
You over there
And me here
Closer than before
Complimenting each other
As we hold
The world between
Us as bookends
MyDearBoy#21
We must grow
Together and not
Apart and that
My dear boy
Is the essence
Of a relationship
IndianSummer
I had hoped
That things were
Meant to be
I cannot lie
When I’d thought
That we’d lived
In sunny paradise
But it was
Just Indian summer
As seasons change
And things that
Were hopeful maybes
Turn to ice
On ponds and
Clink in glass
Chilling now like
That long summer
Two seasons ago
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 