I didn’t know
honestly I didn’t
that I might
be happy alone
always always I
thought and assured
myself that I
needed to be
coupled and counted
as two because
one wasn’t enough
but now I
think it is
just enough enough
and the extra
well it’s mine
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.
Rain
The day weeps
heavy clouds heartbroken
they leak tiny
little tears that
tip tat like
small fingers on
shoulders begging attention
and I inside
listening and curious
wondering just what
might make the
clouds cry quietly
Croon
I can’t be
the only one
feeling this way
but the only
other one who
I wish would
sadly never will
and here I
go yet again
crooning this same
old love song
to a bunch
of other people
feeling the same
way as me
Magic
This is
my witching
hour time
to conjure
create and
carry out
the spells
a bit
of eye
a tad
of ewe
and just
a drop
of wee
stirred once
twice thrice
makes morning
this cuppa
Linens
I blamed you
for stealing covers
all those nights
me here shivering
whilst you wrapped
up like a
streusel or ball
of yarn and
I in darkness
searching in vain
for the end
to unravel but
even now in
your absence linens
behave the same
they and I
will never forget