One rarely belongs
when one joins
joining simply reinforces
ones own uncertainty
belonging only ever
exists in oneself
many of one
only ever makes
itself a crowd
and a crowd
is never about
the lonely one
the lonely one
continues to be
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.
HappyNewYear
Clocks keep ticking
years keep going
as another one
comes another goes
like the ocean
kissing the beach
on and on
and on until
we ourselves are
pulled to sea
so goes years
so very few
indeed so very
fast too a
blink of an
eye in time
cheers to 2024
Intimacy
Intimacy is knowing
and understanding that
which is known
intimacy is quiet
it whispers softly
between the two
it’s the wind
which moves the
summers willow branch
it’s the shush
of the same
and that sound
right before sleep
makes its claim
Canyon
Laying here thinking
looking at you
there and wondering
what if and
what now if
we have changed
each of us
but that change
rather than impediment
has become bridge
love does that
love does do
precisely preciously that
and if it
doesn’t then that
canyon was one
that was never
meant to cross
Clearing
If my soul
had a window
one would see
beyond a forest
filled with trees
of past loves
standing guard mightily
around a dell
and as the
snows of curiosity
dance and fall
some do gather
into tall drifts
of playful inspiration
but most go
about their business
of being folly
if my soul
had a window
upon you it
would silently gaze
for you love
are my clearing
