I finally do
I admit it
I’ve often been
This way before
With different incarnations
The same boulevard
But different buildings
This street ends
Just over there
As it always
Has and then
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.
WorldOfWords
I live in a
Little world of words
A tidy little place
Where words swirl about
Like snowflakes dancing until
Plucked and put giving
Meaning to me you
And whosoever shall write
Read know and adore
If there is one
Place I wish to
Go it is here
To my tidy little
World of my words
Style
I’m beginning to shift
My style is changing
I can feel it
As certain as the
Swallow knows it’s time
To fly somewhere else
Hanging thoughts cliffs of
Words like pebbles kicked
Into the abyss seen
Heard and then disappearing
Words that mean nothing
Until they are gone
The mastery of none
BarTime
I’m in the doldrums
Caught between hither and
Nigh limbo fence sitting
A wallflower waiting watching
And wondering who if
And when someone will
If they ever will
I see eyes eyeing
Studying snouts turned upwards
Trying to catch scents
Of fowl in grass
Some prey are thankful
For not being eaten
But me just once
I wish to be
Someone else’s midnight snack
Ditty
Just a short one
Not much to say
Gifts weigh a ton
Snow’s going to stay
Gotta go gotta run
Hop into the sleigh
What fun huh hun
