There is life after
death death being the
loss of anything there
before that isn’t anymore
Death is thought bad
but death is the
harbinger of change a
door a moment a
time place or person
Most of us hold
on clutch pinch and
grasp just let go
because this thing you’ve
been trying to keep
has been gone long
ago and that new
thing right over there
is was has been
waiting for you quietly
Category: Affection
LifeWine
Wisdom insight and knowledge
possess subtle differences hints
of various things that
sit on the minds
palette and quietly inform
and transform one’s experience
like the difference between varietals
of the same wine
Each note each hint
takes one deeper or
shallower sometimes diving headlong
and sometimes wading but
with each sip swirl
and swallow with each
lesson failure and experience
life is perpetually unlocked
and we move forward
Hey
And from some far
off place perhaps the
valley of possibility tucked
at the foot of
the mountain of expectation
comes a voice heard
Hey
And once again yet
again sliding down from
the mountain top after
clinging to the peak
of expectation I skid
slip and stumble past
boulders of heartbreak over
pebbles of indiscretions and
affairs back on down
past the tree line
of awkward first dates
coming to the pool
of possibility where I
hear that familiar voice
Hey
BestBestBest
This thing we are
this thing that people
see this thing that
people watch or approach
or touch like fabric
or wood or stone
may be soft or
smooth or cool under
fingers but the best
part about the best
thing at the best
time and best place
can’t be seen or
touched at all but
only ever heard it’s
your voice calling my
name whenever you call
me by my name
CoffeeKeyCupLock
Why does it seem
that upon meeting another
that I’m drawn to
it can be simple
as coffee and cup
or key and lock
we naturally fit together
though neither of us
was made specifically for
the other until found
or chosen or formed
discovering that we do
indeed work together causing
one to be the
reason for the other
It’s all just happenstance
and sweet simple serendipity
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 