A pinch
cheek salt
or saffron
adds but
a bit
of affection
bite or
even color
to wherever
it happens
to land
Author: Harlan Didrickson
I first started writing this blog as a way to refocus my thinking after a debilitating mental breakdown in 2008. Having been educated in writing, I had hoped that my love for words would have left a trail for me to follow and, well, here we are.
Ground
Another storm
has passed
less damaging
because I
have learned
when to
run inside
instead of
barking at
the clouds
storms come
and go
but I
am grounded
as in
rooted and
not down
Early
I hear you
two out there
conspiring making mischief
when will he
you both wonder
kettle and cup
oh now dog
too has joined
the kitchen chorus
bringing along the
cymbals of dish
and adding drum
of tail against
the bedroom door
is it time
yet they sing
Sunny
Egg cracked
in pan
of night
edges dark
bubble brown
turn white
as sun
breaks the
eastern plains
and days
first meal
as morning
Frond
Having been set
to low simmer
scared of scorching
the bits of
me to stir
I bubble up
and carefully dance
fronds of what
could be percolate
and now finally
I have congealed
into a robust
deep and dark
reduction perfectly cured
and capable of
complimenting any dish
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 