I’d stopped dreaming
instead settling down
into my routines
reality I realized
was the medicine
I’d been avoiding
the bitter pill
difficult to swallow
down my gullet
washed down with
gulp after gulp
of sour disappointment
and then you
a little teaspoon
filled with sweetness
offered to help
back to dreams
now I go
once I learned
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.
Cards
Shuffle cut
and deal
study look
and bet
based on
a hunch
or tell
raise hold
or call
oh these
wicked games
we play
just to
win all
Hinge
Rusty old hinge
kept door closed
the aching sound
worn out knees
filled with rheumatism
was too much
an oil can
found in garage
a few clicks
to the heart
and trust again
I do now
to let breeze
flow through home
Knock
From the attic
I heard knocking
up I went
to discover what
in a box
in a corner
I found what
long ago I
had stored there
staring at it
after a moment
I put it
back where it
always actually belonged
maybe it’s time
Match
A match
such promise
strike it
and watch
it burn
or add
it to
and pray
it grows
but go
it does
down to
little stick
something that
it has
always been
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 