I awoke to the
moon disappearing ever so
slowly into the folds
of the soft pillows
sleeping next to me
I landed there softly
with fingers quietly touching
the celestial landscape the
high ridges of brow
slipping down into the
soundly sleeping crescent eyes
and down into my
lunula’s hollow of mouth
when at once turning
slowly away from me
my moon which shone
has now turned new
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.
ForYou
I want to write
the world’s most beautiful
poem if only to
mirror thee but I
fear that what I
see will never be
in my simple words
for how can these
describe what angels breathe
DoDon’tToo
Aren’t you lonely
who me lonely
no I’m not
lonely people think
that others will
but others never
do and until
they accept that
then those who
don’t will never
do anything too
PackLight
Leave behind the things
and take with you
the lightest of all
those which require no
tired arms to carry
pack lightly too memories
leave behind the bad
ones with the things
and make room for
of all things the
good ones for good
ones are like balloons
and the bad ones
well those are anchors
DrowningMan
Here’s how it goes
The desperation sets in
the I’ll take anything
of it all and
then the remorse pulls
you under like a
drowning soon to die
dead man and you
break free and claw
and tear and finally
at last breathe again
and then right there
you realize that you
are not a drowning
man but that you
are and always will
be alive and desperation
belongs only to those
souls who can’t swim
and that one day
at last you will
be happy that you
didn’t follow them down
and into the depths
of that that desperation
