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.

MeMaple

~ Harlan Didrickson ~ 2 Comments 
I awaken to 
now whereas before 
I had waited 
things I see
others I hear
sometimes read and 
usually always imagined 
we all do 
this very thing 
it’s just that 
I have been 
tapped like a 
maple in some 
far off grove 
with a spigot 
and drained daily 
this syrupy blood
that then splatters
and eventually becomes 
hopefully a sweetener 
to your day

LoveCreativity

~ Harlan Didrickson 
I stumbled across 
a young man 
recently who paints 
his world with 
colors and tubes
and brushes long
strokes and details 
which invite one 
into his world 
so different from 
me that I 
sat staring mesmerized 
how could he 
see that which 
I could not 
that is until 
he showed me 
love and creativity 
I then realized 
show us what’s 
always been there 
but never seen

Fall

~ Harlan Didrickson 
Chill changes things 
be it affection
or dress or 
pace or leaves
Autumn is called 
fall for reason
at this time 
singular becomes plural 
one becomes two 
as those things 
huddle closer together 
warding off the 
chill changing things

ISee

~ Harlan Didrickson 
When I see
what I see
where I see
how I see
I then know
why I see
when I see
what I see 
where I see 
how I see 
you sleeping there 
then I see
that I see
there I see
now I see 
me there too

Bath

~ Harlan Didrickson 
And as the 
water starts and 
begins to fill
at first splashing 
and then flowing 
I hear you 
behind me popping 
the cork pouring 
and quickly undressing 
and I too
as you slowly 
slide in first 
sighing at warmth 
and watching me 
as I join 
with the zeal 
of a child 
slipping his letter 
addressed to Santa 
into its envelope