I adore summer days
especially in the high
desert of Denver where
the sun is hot
the breeze cool and
the leaves in the
trees sing in whispers
as though they’re afraid
of awakening God Himself
There’s something about summer
which rejuvenates me and
more importantly my soul
the colors are brighter
the clothes are looser
the smiles are warmer
and the kisses well
the kisses last longer
longer and longer still
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.
CloudsHeavenBound
And now just then
the same ghost clouds
begin to turn white
at the edges as
though their menial sins
have been forgiven as
blessings return to ashen
souls as the blood
begins to course once
again taking gray to
white slowly patiently on
their way to Heaven
NightClouds
Night clouds hang eerily
in the sky like
dusty drapes or patient
parents after school waiting
I call these clouds
ghost clouds barely moving
hardly alive hanging around
to see what’s next
for them like souls
chained to the earth
not knowing whether they
are alive or dead
Surprise!
And then just then
when you think that
nothing will come something
does something always comes
when it’s least expected
and from a place
unseen or ignored or
forgotten something charges forth
changing your direction and
destiny and it surprises
you and makes you
think
Standing there and thinking
trying to make sense
you find none and
you react and realize
that life and love
both occur in surprises
moments when you are
more yourself than before
OneDownOneUp
I guess I’m smarting
having yet once again
been snapped by the
end of a wet
towel feeling its sting
It lingers you know
despite the rough housing
playfulness bringing it about
the towel being words
and not terry cloth
but it’s the same
words always the same
words heard that crack
and bite bringing shock
and reaction to cover
myself with huh’s and
uhm’s and I see
knowing full well that
my hope just fell
faster than a rider
from a spooked horse
But I know that
in order to find
I must fall even
if the falling isn’t
together with someone else
this time but alone
