Night came as
night always does
these long hours
stretching like window
sill sitting cats
it’s cold outside
the moon though
full not warm
awake and alone
I move closer
mooring myself to
you little canoe
reminding me that
night will pass
into the morning
when the luxury
of you begins
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.
Secret
You told
having said
you didn’t
I being
a monster
I suppose
best hidden
under stairs
but now
they know
mine have
always known
about you
what now
are we
that we’re
no longer
a well
kept secret
Dreams (to Bean)
I’ve run out
of dreams that’s
not to say
I don’t dream
but I don’t
dream about things
and places anymore
or where I
want to go
or who I
want to be
is that what
aging does stop
those precious dreams
and replace them
with just living
living a life
just like I
did before before
I had dreams
that came true
Notes
Piano it’s
always been
what brings
me back
like a
little boy
catching hold
of string
belonging to
a kite
and keeping
it there
a little
while longer
Catty
Sneaking back
like cat
seeking affection
my kisses
purr tease
morning awake
after laughter
then coffee
we throw
open day
you skitter
I chase
kitten to
teasing string
