Once tapped
it flows
for flow
it must
until flood
is reduced
to trickle
for only
then can
what’s sprung
ever be
considered spring
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.
Three
Three is how
I imagine two
of us talk
be it whisper
or even shout
three says more
than just two
except when two
talk in threes
Smile
It’s smile
more than
anything else
his mine
others and
frequently ours
that makes
this these
things us
for without
the smile
most else
wouldn’t have
it was
and is
what drew
us together
like bee
to flower
to flight
to honey
We
And you
when we
so did
then I
as you
so fell
so far
that now
it’s not
just you
or I
but we
and ours
thus us
Two
When I
write this
way I
imagine you
and I
side by
side swinging
on tires
attached to
our favorite
far off
tree in
what’s left
of summer
