The string
that once
was plucked
and played
singing its
happy melody
now yearns
moans longingly
haunting tunes
for when
love which
once was
is denied
it loses
its whistle
and becomes
a hum
Category: Bean
RatherHearThanHave
It is
funny this
that bird
which for
so long
I’d wished
to keep
has returned
ready to
be caged
but now
I no
longer want
knowing that
a captured
bird never
sings songs
of beauty
Him
I miss him
the him him
not the he
or the his
but the him
not the he
who he was
or the his
that he had
but the him
the him him
that one him
that will forever
be with me
Photograph
A simple photograph
haunts me now
of some forgotten
man it whispers
here I am
like a cricket
he is calling
come find me
like a squeak
I look everywhere
and under everything
I try closets
pushing away coats
and beneath stairs
no one’s there
does he exist
certain he does
dropping into chair
I trace fingers
across the photograph
my fingers remember
that which my
mind now cannot
MissMaybe
I miss them all
each one of them
and at night now
I sit in darkness
wondering
I sit in darkness
wondering
when maybe and if
maybe I’ll see another
maybe
I sit in darkness
wondering when maybe where
maybe and if maybe
I will ever stop
missing them like this
wondering
maybe
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 