Muenster there are
Reasons and explanations
There are mechanics
And lessons to
Learn there is
Mastering the metaphor
But mostly writing
Is magic no
Different than a
Twinkling star or
The Harvest Moon
Or snowflakes or
Anything natural it’s
Sand and sandcastles
Snow and igloos
It’s one thing
That when used
Turns into something
Else to me
It’s a whisper
And to another
A simple roar
And this morning
The memories started
Moments frozen pictures
Mostly laughing and
Smiling I don’t
Remember the sad
Parts why is
That we had
So so many
Maybe that’s why
It seems that
We were together
Only for a
Brief time now
And then from
Afar a voice
An old friend
Wishing me tidings
My heart sang
And my soul
Filled like a
Cistern of love
Oh so long
It had been
Since I heard
Your voice bringing
Me back to
Yesterday like reading
Old letters and
Remembering us there
Crimson clouds scrape
The sky like
Silky feather dusters
Or long thin
Fingers of socialites
Having just used
Their compact uplit
By an early
Dawn they beam
Chagrin in colors
Of red and
Orange making my
Early day glow
Just saw a
Fly get caught
In spiders web
And finally understood
Why the goodbye
You felt curious
And then caught
Cautious and then
Quietly painfully seduced
Struggling still you
Tried in vain
But in my
Web you remained
With nothing to
Do but die
I could have
Freed you but
Instead watched you
Struggle until goodbye
Slipped by and
I knew that
You didn’t belong
Just to me
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 