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
Category: Romance
ImagineAutumn
I imagine you
and us here
having once been
you and us
here well maybe
I imagine many
things such as
an eternal Autumn
one whose colors
last forever whose
chill begs warmth
whose naked limbs
once leaf clothed
now pleads embrace
I imagine many
things including you
and your leaves
and me falling
TurnBack
Even the darkest ashes
can ignite a fire
for what was once
can always be again
that is and unless
what once warmed is
now not just forgotten
but also abandoned we
see by eyesight but
remember with heart yet
even hearts grow blind
often covered by scars
please my love turn
around for a scarred
heart’s a heavy one
FlowersWoods
Why are some
like picking flowers
while others are
like sawing wood
flowers are delicate
and plucked easily
arranged lovingly and
slowly turned here
and turned there
always finding sun
wood is hard
and knotted causing
stops and starts
wood is heavy
and weighty dirty
difficult definitely challenging
when we’re younger
we pick flowers
learning they die
but wood oh
wood once fallen
discovers its beauty
Clash
And when we are
just laying here before
or after what we
do do best there’s
this silence it’s the
same not heard emptiness
as that moment just
before or recently after
the clash of hordes
of men intent on
the defending or taking
of what’s rightfully theirs
one brings hope and
the other lays waste
but it’s the silence
the gap where the
image of triumph or
defeat and not the
in-between that excites men
and it excites us
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 