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: Romance
LikeDaffodils
The less that I
Insist that I am
The more that others
Show up the more
That I abandon what
I think and cross
Over to their side
And think a moment
Their way life opens
Like late winter daffodils
Stop being what you
Think that you are
And rather be who
They are looking for
Over there not here
Just like those crazy
Silly late winter flowers
TypewriterLover
I’m a lover and
a poet I approach
A bed and page
Much the same way
Computers and phones are
Like relationships complicated difficult
Time consuming to navigate
Ah but my typewriter
My typewriter and paper
Are like a lover
Already naked and waiting
Prone and arms outstretched
Beckoning come here love
Let us explore each
Other like those nighttime’s
Before let your fingers
Wander as slowly or
Quickly as your mind
Tastes the vision of
My breast and let
Us climb and fall
And climb higher and
Fall lower at last
Until you murmur aaahhh
It’sMorning
There is something about
The last bit of
Night the cracker crunch
Of brittle snow beneath
Feet the cold ache
Of arthritic car doors
And the growling of
Icy tired car engines
That reminds me of
Morning and as the
World starts its march
You slide in beside
Me warm and fresh
Like a Turkish towel
And wrap your arms
Around me like a
River otter to offspring
As your hair fresh
From water and lavender
Tickles my nose a
Kiss lands upon my
Lips like an envelope
Slid through the mail
Slot softly floating to
The floor signaling me
That today is here
AlwaysAgain
Sometimes in life
You find someone
Or they you
As time goes
You may lose
Them again as
Easily as found
But one thing
That brings about
Is the chance
Of finding again
If not them
Then the memory
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 