Oh I thought
that just maybe
time and distance
between us might
just make me
miss you less
but like planets
that pass by
every so often
when we’re not
I keep wishing
that other ones
would just move
outta the way
so that even
from afar I’d
know where it
was you are
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.
Agenda
Agendas veiled
or otherwise
rarely tickle
tease or
taunt but
rather percolate
and blurp
blurp blurp
up through
the muck
looking to
escape like
some prisoner
peeping for
holes in
a fence
Cottage
I cottage cute
quaint and unassuming
sit quietly on
a salty shore
or tucked away
on some lane
deep in wood
brick and stone
or maybe clapboard
years upon years
as ivy creeps
like time itself
until it covers
turning a once
refuge or escape
into just another
part of the
wild green forest
Sand
I am but
a mitt full
of sand yours
when you hold
it but not
for very long
for I belong
to the beach
and the water
and the wind
keep me now
knowing that later
I will go
like the snow
Spring
And just like that
and with little warning
the Universe shifted from
singularity to this polarity
from absence to existence
from ghost to reality
a curtain a current
maybe even a breeze
and bringing with it
a moisture that these
plains have rarely seen
and from the barren
might now even sprout
a spring of springs
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 