Category: Morning

Poetry

~ Harlan Didrickson

Poems live like

Life they blink

And inhale exhale

And sigh sometimes

Roaring while at

Others weeping they

Are my children

Gaining friends on

Their own triumphs

And heartbreak theirs

One day they

Will all breathe

On their own

Toys

~ Harlan Didrickson

And still the

Teasing continues like

A toddler with

A Jack-in-the-box you

Wind me up

And out I

Jump to the

Sound of glee

Or you like

The school bus

Which I patiently

Await I hear

From afar wagging

Knowing that soon

We will play

On this sunny

And warm afternoon

Nest (to Dewayne)

~ Harlan Didrickson

We dance the

Dance the pirouette

Of interest and

Curiosity like hummingbirds

Bobbing about the

Same sugary feeder

Called us we

Hover and dive

Picking up pecks

Of sweet nectar

Or like starlings

Hopping amongst twigs

We look for

That special wood

Which would make

Our nest complete

Pic (to Dewayne)

~ Harlan Didrickson

And after the

Chat the portrait

Arrived and like

A child watching

Fireworks my heart

Sped up and

My mouth uttered

Ooos and ahhhs

And I shook

With glee like

A dog in

From the rain

Over

~ Harlan Didrickson

I tried I

Tell you I

Really did try

But you are

Like a plastic

Bag heat sealed

Impossible to open

So instead I

Grip and rip

Try to pull

And yank apart

Until you explode

A pipe bomb

Of pelting emotion

Shards and shrapnel

All over me

Making me bleed

The words it

We are over