I can’t sleep
like a bear
in its den
I feel anxious
waiting for spring
I dream but
dreams of dreadful
things like my
mind sputters smokes
and then stalls
only to start
once again idling
out from my
cave I wander
looking around hoping
to see signs
of spring anything
which will bring
degrees of comfort
whether it be
blossoms and berries
or snow and
ice and maybe
many more months
of lonely nights
Month: August 2023
Harmony
Harmony is
two different
things working
as one
sometimes notes
other times
maybe ideas
occasionally even
two things
which don’t
opposites can
when I
think about
you and
I I
feel harmony
even though
not seen
for you
and I
don’t appear
harmonious but
dissonantly different
and this
difference causes
a harmony
unheard of
ever before
and since
CanCannot
Maybe one day
someone will again
but even if
not I will
there are some
things I can’t
help while others
I often can
there are some
having no choice
others which do
I think that
I shall concentrate
on those I
cannot and let
those I can
to someone else
LittleWays
I write
for no
other reason
than because
I can
I love
for the
same reason
such marvelous
things these
two are
making differences
in such
little ways
Hole
I had and now
I don’t and this
gaping hole once filled
lays open I peer
into its depths looking
for the bottom thinking
how on earth did
it get so deep
as to never again
be filled but avoided
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 