I miss the
good old days
when manners civility
respect meant something
when kindness reigned
and rewards were
affectionate and affirmed
this now whatever
this nightmare calls
itself lacks logic
it fails to
understand the law
of beget for
once animals break
free from confines
just like demons
and rude people
more and more
and more come
humanity is finally
showing its rotten
insides on outside
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.
Never
I have found my
very own peace in
the oddest of places
for the place though
familiar is also strange
there is a place
that when finally found
is understood to have
been there all along
it’s just been invisible
and only ever apparent
to those who see
that there’s nothing else
never been never has
never will never mind
whatever else others say
Wilderness
I missed dawn
having spent hours
with you gazing
studying you like
some adventurer planning
his next journey
looking at mountains
and valleys and
rivers that flow
and follow form
as I trace
my path I
hear the sounds
of your wilderness
Quiet
Awake too early
this quiet night
like wet firewood
simply smokes never
warms or ignites
that is left
to the sun
as it slowly
seduces the moon
turning this dark
into the light
Ever
Having been
now not
that once
once many
many times
now out
to sea
or stars
having once
then been
never more
I wonder
if ever
