The ocean doesn’t
change very much
nor the beach
they’re out there
or near here
but besides being
blue or green
or white or
beige they don’t
oh but mountains
those behemoths of
rock and ascent
they certainly do
and forever will
with snowy peaks
and frosted foothills
and little bits
of green between
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.
Dinosaurs
If it
were simple
the things
that remained
wouldn’t be
they’d go
the same
way as
those difficult
and dinosaurs
Canyon
Oh abyss
dear void
why must
you tease
me so
promising an
interested ear
but never
a nod
or notice
of anything
I’ve said
I’m going
to make
my way
over to
the canyon
he always
echoes back
Shards
Today feels like
someone took a
hammer to the
mirror I am
sending pieces of
me in all
directions and rather
than gathering the
random pieces together
I see my
reflection or a
bit of it
in each one
Escape
Cup in hand
water on boil
about the room
I slowly go
when out of
my eye’s corner
I spot the
moon breaking free
from her kidnappers
and she glows
with a sigh
of relief moments
before she ducks
behind the mountains
safe at last
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 