I remember your hands
as they held mine
I remember feeling them
sudsy and warm under
the tap as we
washed in the kitchen
I remember noticing them
wind their way through
my hair turning my
face towards your kiss
I remember your hands
slipping free from mine
that last and final
time that we parted
Category: Affection
Bean’s
And away he is
home or somewhere else
as precious as home
where he was raised
and where memories remain
He is of land
of earth and tree
of animal and sun
All gods to him
to which he prays
and takes and uses
thanks and is grateful
his world’s not mine
mine is of words
his is of work
TodayAnyDay
There are some days
when you simply shine
like river rocks paving
a cold mountain stream
and then there are
others when you’re frequently
overlooked like dirty
snow piled onto corners
frozen in place avoided
and one day disappear
as though never even
there I wonder why
for am I not
the same I go
out me every day
every day the same
I guess people are
fickle never knowing what
they want if anything
if ever any day
Candle
I’m not a boomerang
or even a canyon
nor even return postage
I don’t share myself
with others hoping for
any kind of return
What goes out stays
out like a candle
that once brightened those
closest to it that
led others to its
light and even those
farthest away might see
its flicker and think
There is something else
besides me in darkness
EyesSmiles
It’s always been
about the eyes
and the smiles
The eyes show
that one is
thinking and the
smiles show that
one is understanding
Despite what anyone
thinks whether they
agree or not
the eyes pull
something skyward and
the smile says
I am here
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 