Oh now
and not
like before
everything that
eyes see
is ablaze
in the
coldest orange
just think
of sherbet
like the
buildings aren’t
majestic enough
the mountains
remind that
they were
here first
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.
Tulip
Don’t look
no don’t
let me
tell you
the low
east sun
ignites haze
hanging above
the mountains
glowing purple
then red
now orange
and finally
fresh yellow
a tulip
morning bouquet
Nothing
It’s happiness
I see
when looking
at you
nothing else
it’s when
I see
you looking
at me
nothing less
Dog
I’m just not
really sure which
one of us
is the head
or the tail
that wags the
other but this
I do know
that we are
one happy dog
Manners (to Bean)
He waits
for mine
before he
does his
its been
like this
ever since
the first
volley of
aren’t you
gonna why
don’t you
and then
by after
you no
I insist
and so
went our
little seesaw
of love
