I am far away
sitting somewhere maybe a
bench on a beach
and my thoughts play
about me like children
on their own sometimes
sometimes running to me
showing me new treasures
or seashells or glass
and maybe one or
two of the older
ones rest a bit
next to me quietly
sighing deeply breathing in
salty air sometimes sad
sometimes happy sometimes just
there me and my
thoughts just sitting there
on a bench on
a beach somewhere there
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.
UpThere
I dreamt things again
things that never were
or maybe were once
somewhere else not here
Maybe our sleeping minds
is where life lived
once upon a time
and now those lives
are stored up there
in a dusty old
attic atop the stairs
that no one climbs
up there best forgotten
until we sleep when
we no longer can
ImportantThings
This quiet morning starts
with the haunting piano
of Satie and with
each note and chord
I can feel the
resonance and harmony in
my heart his music
longs like faraway lovers
whose souls used to
sing but now weep
like tulip petals which
gather at the bottom
of a wilting stem
having once known beauty
like half eaten food
followed by door slams
and the heavy sigh
of love once known
Satie makes me remember
all of the things
I thought I forgot
Important things I’ll add
but then not really
Stock
I have finally learned
that the love of
friends far outweighs the
affection of a lover
Friendship to me is
like a hearty stock
the base upon which
you can add things
things that you consume
first but it’s stock
which remains to the
end finishing a truly
delicious meal and life
MountainMorning
My love I really
wish that you could
see what I’m seeing
The full moon grows
bigger but also dims
as it slowly dips
behind the mountains of
your breathing chest as
well as the breathtaking
peaks far behind you
as I being but
a tourist in this
morning range of us
