It is now
as last night
time of candlelight
before the sun
makes its debut
this quiet time
of dancing shadows
delicate finger puppets
and silly play
time of touch
and soft caress
day can wait
tell her to
stay outside for
we have more
candlelight to do
Category: Creativity
Grass
I often wonder why
the day starts peacefully
but then people come
like biting bugs in
the tail grass nipping
at my naked ankles
making them more important
than me getting to
the other side out
maybe next time I
should try the long
way around avoiding them
Lagoon
I see a lagoon
and I standing naked
at the water’s edge
having shed my clothes
long before in anticipation
throwing them off like
tree boughs shaking off
last nights snowfall or
like a jilted lover
peels off broken promises
one toe two toe
three toes in foot
calf and thigh wading
finally under I go
and whatever was out
there in here is
no more and I
become the cool water
War
And like some soldier
in some far off
field I’m safe I’ve
laid down my arms
and removed my helmet
the war is over
and now that war
rages deep inside me
and the carnage that
I have seen inflicted
and felt makes itself
known in my sobs
and wails wondering why
I went to war
it never ends war
best to never start
Ghost
I am a ghost
in my own life
or perhaps a toothpick
that’s been whittled down
to this nub by
life’s always sharp blade
so many times I’ve
repeated the starting over
that I feel as though
I’ve never been anywhere
as though each time
the juice of me
has been squeezed and
wrung out leaving me
with only this husk
or this pulp with
which to roam hauntingly
to memories I’ve been
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 