Blanket mine
bring comfort
even in
summer cozy
and breeze
whisks away
blanket mine
might make
me warm
but safe
is the
price that
I’m willing
to pay
Category: Poetry
Mass
I have
finally reached
critical mass
after a
near lifetime
of terminal
velocity things
going by
so fast
that to
barely notice
but now
I’m fixed
in an
orbit and
circling myself
Hardly
What to do
with what might’ve
when what is
is what’s left
crumbs on plate
after everything’s ate
morsels of memories
a dry icing
around the edges
hardly makes sense
Cup
A simple cup
dipped into barrel
font or cistern
brought to lips
and slowly tasted
scald or soothing
depends not on
the liquid but
degree of parched
for those lonely
lips seek most
Place
That place
you wish
you were
I am
those sounds
that you
wish that
you’d hear
I’ve heard
winged dreams
floating on
the clouds
of silence
and stars
like opals
gives peace
this place
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 