Peace lives
through breath
though it
doesn’t breathe
it’s heard
through smiles
though it
doesn’t laugh
it’s seen
in action
though it
doesn’t move
and peace
is felt
though it
doesn’t touch
Category: happines
Difference
I don’t
talk about
what I
don’t have
I spend
my time
counting what
I do
and that
little difference
has made
all the
difference that’s
ever mattered
Pleasure
I thought I
would be but
I haven’t been
anything at all
not that this
or anything else
at all mattered
meant or made
me into it
tinker poet lover
or thief I’ve
stolen the better
parts of others
turning them into
things of beauty
to my pleasure
Day
Dust of
early day
as nights
dark bruise
turns slowly
to blue
then yellow
and gone
windows whisper
good morning
as thoughts
start simmering
Mountain
New ivory blanket
lays folded flat
at beds end
patiently awaiting use
chilled feet and
cool legs seek
its warm comfort
in the outside
chilly June morning
mountain coffee time
big enough for
two to cuddle
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 