Category: First Love

ARock’sLife

~ Harlan Didrickson 
Experience teaches one life
We all do remain 
like children or puppies 
uncertain of things until 
we learn that this 
is hot or that 
is sharp and sex
isn’t required for love 
nor is love required 
for sex we learn 
what hurts long before 
we remember what doesn’t 
But in the end 
what experience teaches one 
about life is that 
without it we’re rocks
learning nothing more than 
being in the way

Toy

~ Harlan Didrickson ~ 2 Comments 
When young we dreamed 
we dreamed of things 
and places and people 
we wished to have 
and go and be 
We played with toys 
that somehow filled time 
and fit with fun 
And then we grew
out of our toys 
and into our lives 
replacing things and places 
and people with well
things and places and 
people feeling comfortable there
But as those same 
began to lose stuffing
and adventure and desire
we searched for our 
own youth in toys 
New things and places 
and people that distract 
divide and ultimately destroy 
Toys are best left 
in hands of children 
for a child’s mind
is one of innocence 
and glee and giddiness 
whereas the adult mind 
is full of corruption 
and chaos and compromise 
Not a very promising 
place for a toy

FindingLove

~ Harlan Didrickson 
Am I too old 
to find love again 
Is the discovery of 
love reserved for the 
young and foolhardy who 
skip leap and bound
headlong with nary a 
care about tomorrow or
is love reserved for 
middle age like a
table for two in
a fancy bistro next 
to a window offering 
sights of Parisians passing 
while sipping a Cabernet 
Where do the old
find love once again 
Perhaps love for people 
like me is found 
on narrow orchard paths 
in late Autumn amidst 
plump apple trees basking 
in what’s left of 
summer’s warmth and remembering 
what foolishness love was