It’s the silence
the resting heart
the quiet mind
that only whispers
the delicate hand
which pauses poised
above another’s flesh
before landing softly
nary a feel
and no reaction
like that first
eyelash found and
there wished upon
for you today
I remember yesterday
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.
MerryChristmas 🎄
And unto this
day a child
was born and
His name Emmanuel
and unto that
day before and
after other children
were born and
although not named
bring with them
the same hope
innocence and promise
that of peace
to all and
good will to
each and everyone
ChristmasEve
And it was
on this night
many years ago
that the world
was born hope
having lost it
and now renewed
a simple message
peace to all
to all goodnight
Ornament
One ornament
with sparkles
catching light
I spy
thinking this
must be
how earth
must look
from Heaven
with each
delicate glint
being person
taking breath
feeling love
this then
brings peace
to me
Hollow
Done doesn’t feel
like this this
feels like I’m
the hollow of
some great oak
tree a hollow
so dark so
deep and so
damp that it
wards off even
the most desperate
looking for shelter
one big hole
in one bigger
tree the hollow
being once where
the heart was
I’m not sure
if anything ever
was here that
perhaps the tree
grew up around
it rather than
filling it in
letting it be
obvious to others
yet welcoming none
