What is the pain
Called that is silent
Is it the wind
The wind moves along
Lonely and by itself
Having been one place
And then another bumping
Into things changing some
Making no difference to
Itself
Month: August 2022
Walls
The only voice that
I hear now is
My own bouncing off
Of the empty walls
Of my heart empty
That is except for
Etched scrawls reminding me
Who was here before
ISuppose
Having just run in
Or out of I
Suppose the rain which
Suddenly started after you
Said your last goodbye
Followed me in or
Out of I suppose
That same damn rainy
Place called broken hearts
WordDance
Oh now come on
Just one little step
That’s right stand up
Here take my hand
There you are here
We go now we’re
Dancing just you and
Me surrounded by others
They’re not looking at
You but I am
As you read these
Words and spin and
Dip and so gleefully
Abandonedly so happily laugh
Onesy
One
Word
One
Time
One
Pause
One
Sigh
One
Tick
One
Once
One
Not
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 