We are like
A River at
First strong deep
Then we went
Our separate ways
Saturating the landscape
With our richness
But like all
Rivers we will
Meet again at
The oceans start
Category: Curiosity
FriendsLoversFriends
When friends turn
To lovers turn
To friends something
Happens something deepens
Like the seasons
One moves from
One to the
Next not without
Discomfort does a
Bud not love
Being a bud
Then a leaf
Full of life
And beauty did
It ever think
That it would
Be the carpet
Upon which the
Snow falls being
Nothing more than
A memory when
Friends turn to
Lovers to friends
They understand that
For a brief season
They were one
Thing and now
Another keeping their
Pace with time
Morning (for boo & bean)
And awakened they
Did past lovers
Of mine like
Hatchlings on some
Far off branch
Chirping and cackling
Their good mornings
It made my
Heart sing like
A harpsichord playing
A light minuet
As I sipped
The champagne of
This glorious morn
SandCastle (to Jay)
Oh we spent
Time building our
Sandcastle with pails
And shovels and
Hands pushing and
Forming and scraping
With gleeful abandon
When one huge
Wave erased everything
Gone now it
Is choose we
Must rebuild it
Or head down
The beach hand
In hand looking
For a safer
Harbor for dreams
NakedPoetry
Writing poetry is
Like standing in
Front of a
Lover naked for
The first time
There’s nothing between
You and them
Except
You and them
Take me as
I am as
I take you
Let us make
Something anything
That takes us
Away
Let this be
Ours
And tomorrow we
Will go back
To our everyday
Life knowing that
Yesterday we enjoyed
Just each other
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 