Like some broken
record cup or
pipe you can
always count on
me to skip
leak or bust
just like my
heart once did
and when song
sight or smell
quietly comes along
those mists from
across the shore
make their way
near to me
here making me
miss you more
Month: August 2026
Stuff
Sometimes I stuff
it down smothering
and desperate that
the embers cool
turning to ash
but I’ve found
that the warmth
of my body
keeps them alive
and the briefest
of long sighs
breathes just enough
hope into them
that back to
life they blow
engulfing me in
the flames of
their lost love
Hound
I love
my peace
I love
my life
I have
no drama
I have
no strife
there is
such quiet
there is
no sound
except for
the baying
of some
distant hound
Happy
Gratitude is
the fullback
in my
game of
life it
clears the
way for
me to
score the
touchdown of
my happiness
After
The way
to start
is to
end be
it sentence
paragraph chapter
or book
one must
come before
to make
room for
the after
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 