I paint the sky
with colors this morning
it’s a rose rouge
applied to an ashen
face meant to show
innocence and charming chagrin
dressed in blue lace
with bright orange earrings
which erupt when catching
light and dark heavy
shoes contradicting her youthful
appearance and reminding us
that this world is
a matron and Ma’am
in whose arms we
find peace and comfort
Category: Friendship
ForeverAgo (for Bean)
There was a time
once then forever ago
when what we felt
mirrored what we did
like the opposite hands
of lovers holding like
applying eyeliner in the
reflection of a dish
like red lipstick abandoned
on high ball glasses
given freely quickly forgotten
Now when I remember
forever ago I ache
not because I miss
it but because I
didn’t realize its importance
then until right now
Harmony
Harmony is never seen
yet is frequently heard
sometimes it is felt
but like snow showers
it is giddyingly brief
meant to tickle to
chase hold and disappear
Harmony happens only when
hearts minds and souls
vibrate on same frequencies
causing one’s pure sound
much like that of
a crystal goblet whose
moist rim is teased
by one delicate finger
that begins to sing
☮️
There is this thing
that we look for
over there under here
but it is never
just one thing but
a gathering of many
and usually this one
thing is the absence
of almost every single
thing being the one
thing frequently missed when
we do have it
desired when we don’t
What’s this thing called
well it’s called peace
Horologist
And now it’s before
the day still belonging
to the night the
house still belonging to
the chill and the
coffee still belonging to
the bean this before
is my favorite time
a quiet peaceful time
before you eventually stir
and stretch being coaxed
by the sun rising
the heat of the
fire and the aroma
of coffee I enjoy
your laziness there knowing
that I’m like your
very own horologist winding
you up starting your
pendulum and regulating the
ticking of your heart
for your upcoming day
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 