My love I really
wish that you could
see what I’m seeing
The full moon grows
bigger but also dims
as it slowly dips
behind the mountains of
your breathing chest as
well as the breathtaking
peaks far behind you
as I being but
a tourist in this
morning range of us
Category: Affection
WidowNight
The moon hangs high
in the western sky
like a pearl broach
pinned delicately onto the
front of a velvet
mourning coat worn by
widows at the cemetery
slowly slipping behind the
mountains like the hugs
of attending well wishers
and will in a
few hours be replaced
by the sparkling pendant
of the sun as
the widow night takes
her leave and abandons
her misery for day
hoping for something better
AfflictionVsAntidote
In my long life
I have finally learned
that what found is
far more valuable than
what is yet to
be we all entertain
the notion that anywhere
is better than here
which it could be
and likely it is
But the thing we
forget to add is
us it never occurs
to us that maybe
just maybe we’re the
poison tainting the well
and that wherever we
go will turn just
as sour as where
we find ourselves now
Before you choose to
go anywhere else make
sure that you yourself
aren’t the acidic affliction
but rather the antidote
RockyMountainMorn
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
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
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 