This gnawing knocks
yelling its yearning
through certain music
that plucks strings
so tightly woven
that a simple
snag causes everything
else to unravel
now it’s time
for me to
decide to return
to the loom
or close the
door to that
very special room
Category: Love
Not
The getting
is gone
for good
the hardest
of harvests
is over
it’s time
to wash
and sort
to store
and keep
and maybe
tomorrow I’ll
maybe not
More
And the
more that
I’ll find
will always
be better
for to
me it
is new
I don’t
cry for
things lost
for I
know that
nothing beats
something new
to learn
and explore
Metal
The you that
used to be
and not the
one that is
did you or
did I change
in a way
that the springs
could no longer
make less bumpy
metal against metal
we slowly go
less gaily so
Gifted
To give without
expecting any return
response or reply
is a grace
to be invisible
without others knowing
what where when
is itself abundant
to share generously
whether it’s time
or an ear
or a shoulder
is always an
act of prosperity
to give then
without is gratitude
for having much
to be gifted
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 