Sleep still
tucked in
behind eyes
thick thought
cleaved by
morning routine
just do
don’t think
days wit
will come
bringing desires
morning kiss
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.
Bath
I miss
the quiet
that you
bring to
my mind
you might
not think
that it’s
very much
but silence
but that
is exactly
the warm
bath that
I need
Such
Sometimes I
wish but
then catch
I hesitate
wishing such
it’s loneliest
then wishing
such things
for such
must never
and then
just turn
into sighs
Why
Pressing freshly laundered
towels against face
listening to ocean
in sea shells
catching snow on
my outstretched tongue
hear a robin’s
song announcing spring
feeling the vines
of your arms
wind around me
these are things
that remind me
of just why
Miss (to Bean)
It’s this
I’ve written
a letter
to you
but
I can’t
find a
stamp which
to post
so
I read
it back
to myself
hoping you’ll
hear
