A dash of this
A dab of that
A stir and swirl
Some heat some time
A quick cool taste
Some more of that
A little bit of
Something else and maybe
A pinch of thyme
This time and now
To simmer this is
The recipe of creation
Whether it be art
Stew or some soup
Maybe even a poem
Or maybe even love
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.
Snowfall
There was one way
And then you discover
Another and then another
Life is both an
Amalgamation and an accumulation
Much like a snowfall
It always does start
With just one and
Pretty soon many and
Before you know it
That one becomes lots
Which gleefully leads to
Other things like snow
Days and sledding and
Shoveling and hot cocoa
And just simply watching
As snow like life
Falls and what do
You know eventually becomes
Something else entirely by
Surprise and by miracle
HappyHappyHappy
I have learned that
Things don’t matter oh
They might matter for
Those who don’t have
Or for those that
Have and wish to
Keep consume and laud
But genuine happiness comes
From within and if
One is genuinely happy
Alone then one will
Always be happy for
No one can ever
Take that happiness away
Because they never ever
Gave it to you
In the first place
Periscope
Most people think that
Setting sail and traversing
The seas is their
Adventure it is not
Travel affords contemplation not
Victory it is only
When one lands that
One begins to explore
Failure and not victory
Awaits you victory arrives
Long after if you
Are incapable or worse
Unwilling to fight fears
And failure never set
Sail for before you
Is nothing but disappointment
So says the mind
But the heart knows
For the heart and
Not the mind is
Your periscope over which
It can see everything
RubberDuck
I suppose we write
For a variety of
Reasons but I write
To understand we all
Have problems for sure
But I know that
When I can write
About something only then
Do I understand it
Until then I’m as
Useless as a rubber
Duck in shower stalls
