Just where have all
of the romantics gone
have they been swallowed
by this new need
for now right now
when did things speed
up blurring everything into
just one more one
more and one more
where did the slowness
go the lazy summer
afternoons just watching the
dew drip down the
glass as silent winds
shushed through oak trees
and laughter wafted from
the mouths of children
playing on the rise
of the hill when
did biting sarcasm replace
genuine affection and kindness
we do indeed seem
to be at the
end of days at
least for the romantics
Category: Affection
Sand
I seek
depth but
find sand
one cannot
grow anything
or if
anything only
things small
and temporary
prone to
shifting and
blowing away
me I
wish to
plant to
take root
and harvest
I will
leave the
sand to
those who
only ever
wish to
summer there
Trees
Some trees
have already
begun their
fall changes
even though
the sun
still warms
and I
sit wondering
if trees
know more
than I
for I
like trees
feel like
change is
coming even
though my
eyes deceive
Ice
I know
I do
I think
maybe hope
that you
do too
it’s that
gap that
makes things
like this
even possible
questions questions
this gap
that I
speak of
causes us
to either
stay away
or draw
ever closer
just like
the edge
of ice
at the
waters edge
does one
dare to
step or
simply wait
until one
knows that
it can
LoveAndWriting
In love
and writing
to me
are synonymous
for when
doing both
I am
only honest
and naked
naively hopeful
Yes it
hurts but
only ever
after after
ever after
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 