I don’t
even know
anymore everything
I did
I don’t
and I
wonder now
if I
ever did
it’s like
this life
keeps tapping
me on
shoulder and
when turning
to see
it runs
behind again
and me
a toy
top spinning
one day
I suppose
I’ll catch
it and
stop this
dizzying dance
and see
what all
this has
been about
Category: Creativity
Thaw
Finally the thaw
after a long
harsh isolating winter
one of fury
and bitter winds
which howled and
danced screaming spells
and whistling incantations
meant to conjure
up lost demons
now the thaw
some pitter patter
of long awaited
life dripping from
long ago fallen
snow gathered heaved
and heaped that
begins to drip
into the cistern
turning this darkness
into its own
kind of light
Wood
New is how
I’d describe him
like a fresh
plank of wood
soft to hand
luxurious to touch
whispering its wishes
to become something
yearning to be
anything more than
wood but wood
is where its
beauty lies in
its blemishes its
knots and the
veins of life
that run its
length creating a
quiet rich river
Bubbles
New is how
I’d describe him
like that first
refreshing sip of
tonic water crisp
a sour start
and sweet finish
bubbles that dance
on the tongue
that rise and
float in glass
gentle to watch
as they pop
disappear and another
rises and swims
taking its place
Gum
New is how
I’d describe him
like a piece
of chewing gum
recently unwrapped and
popped into mmouth
flavorful and sweet
then slowly digested
resulting in bubble
snap and pop
a playful ease
a new taste
curious and juicy
the kind that
ends in pocket
to be enjoyed
again and again
over and over
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 