Just remember this
we all have
our own lives
as little or
as grand that
we might think
that they are
but for me
I feel very
lucky to have
as much of
you as I
do when I
do and how
I do when
I have you
Category: Affection
FallenLeaves
Now it’s November
and as winter’s
chill sets in
and the days
turn more into
nights I’m reminded
I’m reminded of
whom and when
of where and
what of why
and they all
blow past me
like the significance
of fallen leaves
all having once
been summer’s dream
canopies as we
gazed through them
pretending and imagining
but like them
these do just
swirl and dance
and then go
to somewhere else
Fences
I have entertained
my wanderlust long
enough and found
that I find
most happiness when
I’m behind fences
freedom is fun
not very productive
I have wasted
time and money
looking looking looking
for something anything
in someone anyone
and the only
thing I found
is myself back
where I started
fences don’t prevent
they simply contain
my nature to
run somewhere anywhere
leading to nowhere
thinking…
I live
amongst words
but words
aren’t action
words may
propel or
even prevent
action but
action is
discipline standards
by which
we live
words may
herald sometimes
even warn
but actions
they move
words like
leaves shade
but actions
like fall
winds they
blow moving
the acorns
SwimSwimSwim
There’s a rhythm
less a beat
more a flow
in our lives
chaos feeds order
order to chaos
summer to fall
longing to love
love to loss
loss to longing
back to love
in the midst
is just us
standing mid stream
by currents unseen
as we wade
and sometimes swim
to the other
side that side
being opposite this
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 