I am not looking
For anything of course
That is until I
Do stumble upon it
Realizing it was missing
And how did I
Ever do without it
Category: Friendship
NowIWill
I no longer prefer
To find someone new
Rather like a monument
Or even natural wonder
I shall sit wait
Being my majestic self
Letting the curious onlookers
Wonder how in the
World something like me
Ever came to be
PoetryToMe
Poetry is the language
Of the ancient and
Children minds free to
Wander dream and think
Poetry confuses those middle
Minds taught to follow
For poetry never explains
But simply quietly suggests
Where you might go
Recognize
What I need now
More than anything else
Is the time to
Settle in for winter
And wait for spring
This is what happens
When love freezes over
And waits for someone
Else to warm it
With wink or nod
Or even a hello
Like a daffodil recognized
Amidst the winter’s garden
There’sNoMore
One of the
Saddest sounds is
The scraping of
Utensils at the
Bottom of the
Pot or bowl
Because you know
Right then that
Whatever delectable feast
That you enjoyed
Is now nothing
More than memory
Remember you might
Recall you may
But no matter
How you try
You know that
No two pots
Of anything are
Ever really alike
So enjoy what
You can and
When you can
Until that is
There’s no more
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 