And like the
Last match in
A book it
Fails to ignite
Leaving you cold
And in dark
I had such
Hopes that this
Match would spark
Alone again in
The eerie dark
I make my
Way home alone
Except this time
Keeping my heart
Category: Curiosity
Morning
The steam rises
From my coffee
Like hypnotized cobras
Coating my glasses
Like Thanksgiving kitchens
The house is
Quiet like midnight
Even though early
Morning sun creeps
Through blinds like
Lost children’s flashlights
In a forest
Mozart plays like
Those comfortable afternoons
In Essen with
My only grandmother
Giving me a
Sense of love
BeYourBest (to Jay)
Being better than
You are is
Always frightening being
What you know
To be true
Is even harder
Be your bestest
Self and others
Will recognize be
Anything less and
You’ll be forgotten
Be the oasis
Not the sand
AcornOak
And sometimes in
Life someone sees
More promise in
Us than we
See in ourselves
This is called
Hope be the
Acorn toppled from
Limb left to
Bury sleep and
Sprout turning into
It’s own oak
Giving shade to
Others worry not
About yourself for
Others will make
You into what
Whatever you were
Meant to be
Sometimes to them
Other times to
The entire world
Newness
The end of
Something is never
Easy but is
Required to start
Something new we
Hear the oooo’s
And aahhh’s of
Autumn but never
The wish to
Be a leaf
For just one
More sweet day
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 