It’s not important
Who wrote what
But that what
Was ever written
If words were
What words are
Then the who
Whosoever wrote what
Simply quietly disappears
Month: January 2023
RainyDay
Kindness costs nothing
A smile less
Why do we
Save these things
For rainy days
Doesn’t anyone look
Upwards anymore or
Have the tears
Of our downtrodden
Fallen during drought
Our world cries
We have arrived
This rainy day
Gosh
Gosh you’re beautiful to
Me most mornings I
Think that I’m waking
Up in the studio
Of Michelangelo or Rodin
On some divan staring
At his latest model
I run my hand
Across your obsidian flank
Tracing like a child
Staying within the lines
Over and down like
A sled filled with
Curiosity only to land
Amidst the trees of
Eyelashes which shake and
Drop their own sleepiness
Finally lips meeting mine
Tasting the cool crispness
Of my Alpine stream
HowIKnow
How I know that
I do love you
I see me in
You in your eyes
And in your smile
I see me in
How you look at
Me I worry about
You knowing that you
Are worrying about me
I think about you
When I’m not thinking
About anything else I
Wonder about you where
And when and if
How do I know
That I love you
Because it’s all that
I have ever known
Ever truly ever known
HollowMelody
What is it about
Soft morning jazz that
Plucks at my heart
Like a harp maybe
It’s because when last
I heard this you
Were here and now
Well you are not
And what was before
Our soundtrack is now
But a hollow melody
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 