Over and over again
I am so reminded
That when I look
I never do find
But when I sit
Patiently waiting things come
Much like geese on
The pond when approached
They scatter and flee
But when left alone
They seek out me
So also goes love
Category: Romance
Snowfall
There was one way
And then you discover
Another and then another
Life is both an
Amalgamation and an accumulation
Much like a snowfall
It always does start
With just one and
Pretty soon many and
Before you know it
That one becomes lots
Which gleefully leads to
Other things like snow
Days and sledding and
Shoveling and hot cocoa
And just simply watching
As snow like life
Falls and what do
You know eventually becomes
Something else entirely by
Surprise and by miracle
Periscope
Most people think that
Setting sail and traversing
The seas is their
Adventure it is not
Travel affords contemplation not
Victory it is only
When one lands that
One begins to explore
Failure and not victory
Awaits you victory arrives
Long after if you
Are incapable or worse
Unwilling to fight fears
And failure never set
Sail for before you
Is nothing but disappointment
So says the mind
But the heart knows
For the heart and
Not the mind is
Your periscope over which
It can see everything
HellICan’t
The hell I can’t
That is my mantra
And what carries me
Far above and beyond
I have never been
Limited by others opinion
You see most people
Spend entirely too much
Time constructing tiny little
Boxes and furnishing them
With trinkets of past
But me I see
The world as a
Puzzle and I am
A child picking and
Trying this piece and
That confident in myself
Knowing that whatever it
Is I will figure
It out and if
I can’t it can’t
Be solved but the
Goal is rarely as
Fun as the trip
And that’s the difference
Between me and others
GiveMeWrinkles
I wonder why
Two different pairs
Of eyes either
Adore or avoid
I have been
Found to be
Handsome by most
But here in
Denver I’m overlooked
And overpicked over
And over again
What they fail
To understand is
With my wrinkles
Also comes a
Roadmap of adventure
Of advice and
Admiration not for
Me but for
All those others
Whom I have
Take the young
With their dreams
And their futures
Give me wrinkles
For it’s wrinkles
That tells me
Something has been
Already worn has
Already served purpose
And master and
Has survived to
Tell its story
For stories are
What dreams have
Been made of
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 