In my life
I’ve learned to
Listen to the
Songs in my
Heart some are
Bittersweet melodies others
Are sensual sambas
While others are
Joyful choruses and
Some the sweet
Sounds of far
Off flutes but
All of them
Are my songs
Composed for me
Up in heaven
Category: Curiosity
Snowflake (to Bean)
I miss you
But since you
No longer read
These you’ll never
Know just like
The first snowflake
Of a blizzard
Never understands what
It itself started
When it decided
To alight on
My warm tongue
FirstAndLast
There are two
Things that I
Hate most of
All the first
Kiss and the
Last the first
Because it’s never
As good as
Expected and the
Last because it’s
Never ever as
Good as the
Very first one
Solitude
When you stop
Trying to tune
In your station
Amidst a dial
Full of the
Static of others
Sometimes its easier
To simply switch
It off altogether
And be silent
There’s a degree
Of peace to
Be found in
The solitude of
Simply and quietly
Listening to ourselves
Fall
Like walking through
A dense forest
In autumn ablaze
In the colors
Of the season
A sky afire
Mesmerized caught in
The equinoxes wildfire
Paratroopers begin to
Leap around me
Spinning like auburn
Lace handkerchiefs when
Suddenly one lands
Softly on my
Sleeve studying it
I see just
Where the sun
Kissed it and
In turn like
You kissed me
Many autumns ago
When I too
Fell like it
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 