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.

Back

~ Harlan Didrickson 
A tune familiar 
taking me back 
further than thought 
I can feel 
the rain and 
smell the Seine 
through deep fog 
you standing atop 
the bridge waiting
amidst the mist
that one moonless 
night in Paris

Nothing

~ Harlan Didrickson 
The being
of nothing 
and nowhere 
besides here
a cup
some coffee 
and thought 
but not 
what’s next 
but what 
is now 
for now 
is nigh

Lazy

~ Harlan Didrickson 
Lazy day 
kinda hazy
daisy day 
the kind 
for flowers
pick and 
pluck prune
and preen 
finally seen
before the 
mower goes 
wild tomorrow

Found

~ Harlan Didrickson 
Peek a boo
you know who 
is peeking around 
the corner or
from behind trees
I thought shadow
or someone shady
it was me 
watching and waiting 
to be found 
seen and heard

Lover

~ Harlan Didrickson 
A lover
of words
I write 
not because 
of reason 
or future 
or fame 
but because 
of fate 
and the 
faithfulness of
true purpose 
and destiny