I love this life
Of not knowing what
When who or why
Even the where isn’t
Exact it’s more gaseous
Usually experienced when young
But still always new
Even at my age
Through with the wars
I have abandoned my
Battlefields leaving behind the
Faceless and the known
And now as scars
Have healed but noticeable
Still I go anywhere
Where silence replaces guilt
That new place will
No longer scream victory
Or retreat or surrender
But something far less
Like oats whispering as
They shuffle in wind
Or willows that readjust
As the Autumn breeze
Catches each green finger
At last bringing comfort
I will find there
Knowing that the other
There is behind me
Well what do you
Know here we are
Category: Falling in Love
Else’sElse
The problem with us
Meeting there not here
Is that there isn’t
Either you or I
It’s someone else’s else
Here is where I
Am and you’re there
Where you are and
Well that other place
Isn’t either of us
So how can we
Possibly be us in
A place that’s neither
EvenAfterEverAfter
Sometimes in my life
I stumble across a
Real one like opening
A picture book usually
Filled with pretty prince’s
All wishing for a
Happily ever after until
After doesn’t end happily
But you are different
Upon opening you popped
Up standing there amidst
The dragons sword drawn
And for the first time
I felt like maybe
Maybe some princes do
Keep their promises after
All that ever happens
SmallCorners
I think that what’s
Important is the small
Corner of the bigger
World we all live
In such a place
That corner which disappears
Like mist above ponds
Like dreams upon waking
But to us our
Very own tiny corner
Is enough to sweep
To tidy to decorate
And to welcome others
Whose own little corners
Got swallowed up by
This our round world
UsYetAgain
I certainly miss you
But I always have
Even when you’re near
Especially when you’re far
And now even more
An adventure is merely
A journey without you
So on I will
Go knowing that one
Day either near or
Far we will pass
And nod and know
That you’re doing you
And I’m doing me
And that we did
And that we might
Do us yet again
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 