Sometimes after a long
Day your voice envelopes
Me like a hot
Bath or warm blanket
Or a flickering candle
Making the wars of
Life disappear I run
To it drag myself
To it accept it
As my reward for
Doing all the things
I’d rather not do
Category: Curiosity
ShortSweet
I keep getting distracted
By people or love
I will keep this
Short writing more tomorrow
When one or both
Will blossom or wither
LazyMaySunday
Today has been quiet
A lazy spring day
Filled with sunny windowsills
Comfy pillows on sofas
And cloud bursts that
Left sheets of rain
Sliding down patio doors
And of course us
Watching everything yawning
And turning and forgetting
Those outside things paying
Attention only to this
Lazy Sunday in May
Eclectic
A hodgepodge of things
Thrown together oftentimes haphazardly
But frequently perfectly matched
Like a hearty stew
Or a room full
Of disparate pieces all
Complimenting the other in
Delicate ways the old
And the new blending
Together like loves watercolors
Creating something uniquely stunning
Order rising from chaos
InvisibleDrum
And with each season
Comes it’s own surprises
Awake aware abandon acquiesce
Bud blossom befall bedtime
Curious crave collapse close
Dawn desire descend die
On through the alphabet
No matter the season
Whether it be love
Or life or time
The seasons always march
To an invisible drum
Heard by no one
Yet felt by all
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 