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.

Winter

~ Harlan Didrickson 
Is it wind
window or rattle 
that keeps knocking 
sometimes it’s rain
or even sleet 
that keeps me 
awake but it
is never snow 
for snow knows
that sleep betters
under the blanket 
of winter white

Azure

~ Harlan Didrickson 
The day starts 
at my door 
its pale light 
slowly sheds white 
and turns blue 
the bathroom window 
faces due east 
and the day
breaks first there
its early azure

Not

~ Harlan Didrickson 
By my not 
whether it’s meeting 
or even doing 
no longer means 
or either makes 
for being alone 
releases me from 
the obligation and 
from the discomfort 
of things broken

Be

~ Harlan Didrickson 
I know that 
but I don’t 
know how that 
will ever be 
given everything else 
it’s not missing 
whatever it is 
but an eventuality 
a one day
will come be

Twas

~ Harlan Didrickson 
I’d rather blend 
than draw attention 
be a spice 
or an herb
just a hint 
or a taste 
a little lingering 
and maybe less
a waft wish
or passing fancy 
as seen from 
afar rather than 
one of those 
often familiar know
who you are 
more a were
a once was
definitely a twas