I do sort
our clothes before
I wash them
what you don’t
see is how
I pause when
I stumble upon
yours I inhale
smelling you in
the garden and
you at work
and you holding
your nephew close
I tightly shut
my eyes wanting
to but rarely
being able to
remember these moments
laundry is much
more than ridding
clothes of grime
for me it’s
remembering a time
Category: Relationships
Relationship
And then there’s
eyesight and then
there is vision
one imagines while
the other creates
I imagined you
and you in
turn created us
And that one
beach day I
imagined a city
made of sand
and while I
sat in shade
you baked in
sun building it
this is what
a relationship is
and neither one
of us is
ever less but
rather effortlessly slide
between being the
painter and painting
BlamingSomeone
It’s now when
I often think
and frequently miss
someone being here
besides just me
I’m fun actually
but even I
grow weary of
my own company
and just wish
that the divots
on beds and
in chairs of
dirty coffee cups
and wet toothbrushes
of damp towels
and dull razors
belonged to someone
other than me
I blame me
for the way
things now are
I woefully miss
blaming someone else
Agitated
I feel like
a wash machine
filled with dirty
clothes churning churning
and constantly agitated
trying to desperately
rid myself of
angrily slung mud
grrring and determined
for hours on
end only to
find that while
the dirt may
be gone the
stains always remain
LetMeThisOnce
Let me paint you
draw you with words
as I remember you
not as you are
a long elegant plank
of deep rich ebony
found deep within tree
hiding there behind others
blemished of course front
and back with two
ivory burls that almost
blink as sun catches
and a velvety hand
which all but cascades
like the rain itself
into the deep pools
of your darkened hips
and what’s found there
disappears into cloudy blackness
but what I remember
most is the warmth
whilst I lay upon
as though your timber
absorbed the sun itself
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 