What is it about
Soft morning jazz that
Plucks at my heart
Like a harp maybe
It’s because when last
I heard this you
Were here and now
Well you are not
And what was before
Our soundtrack is now
But a hollow melody
Category: Romance
Beauty
Come come here look
I say pulling you
Up the hill to
The top see do
You see don’t you
See I don’t see
I don’t see why
And I don’t see
what whatever you see
And so goes beauty
JustOne
If I write but
One poem a day
Even though my mind
Wants more is that
Not the same as
Giving but one kiss
To a lover who
Desperately desires many more
Floating
And now finally emerging
Like a cattail seed
From its pod the
Wind which previously shook
And now carries being
Dropped and lifted and
Almost like flying and
Then floating and landing
Rolling and tumbling and
Spinning until one catches
On something and now
That something is home
This is I think
What love is like
Nothing more and nothing
Less significant or important
Just one thing and
Then eventually something else
OooAhhMmm
It’s never really about
The explosion of light
Or even the aaahhhs
And it’s never about
All of the expectations
It’s only ever about
Feeling like a child
Again once again yet
Again this is what
Fireworks and love does
To and for us
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 