Because we know each
Other and love what
We know but with
No hope there is
No tomorrow and only
A series of today’s
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.
Ex
The end came and
Went with a whimper
Reason outweighed even hope
What we thought wasn’t
And what we had
Didn’t and wouldn’t be
And so like gentlemen
Pushing away from the
Table with cognac cigars
And negotiations we began
To divvy up the
Spoils of loves war
Setting new borders new
Expectations and new policies
And how now we
Will address those remaining
To live in a
Country now called Ex
Whys
One of the worst
Parts of growing old
Is realizing the whys
Why this not that
Why where and when
And what and who
Things that roll forward
And then back slowly
Like the surf exposing
The shells of memory
Today
Sweeping the sleep away
Like mittens brush snowflakes
From windows and coffee
Snaps minds open like
Oopsied fabric shades the
Lazy morning starts startled
Cold water like cymbals
Crash onto warm skin
Causing nasty naked jumps
Before hot slowly follows
Petulant children in tow
These are the first
Fifteen minutes of today
MmmmOrrrning
And like a piano
Solo melody the high
Notes seem to tease
The lumbering lows that
Like children at recess
Whistles of the highs
Like completely boiled kettles
Scream as thumpity gurgle
Of percolating coffee lulls
The s-s-s-izzling of bacon
And the shish-shish scraping
Of buttered knife edges
Back country snow skis
Slowly open your eyes
Like one lazy wink
Of Pandora the cat
And this is morning
In our little home
