I enjoy skating though
I prefer ice over
Rolling I think that
It’s the winter padding
Because I confidently know
That down I will
Go and up I
Will try but more
Down I will go
Dating is like that
Success only ever happens
When either someone helps
You up or you
Simply crawl to the
Side laughing and admitting
This isn’t for me
And so you said
So what’s what’s so
I asked followed by
So when’s so what
So where and how
Was so what so
What and who was
So that made me
Nothing more than that
What’s so did he
Make you feel so
Much more than my
What’s so that I
Became just so what
So what to you
And like returning to
The highland getaway cabin
After a particularly devastating
Winter I stare upon
The blank page upon
Where I would go
To hide from coldness
Arms where I found
Comfort lips where I
Sought refuge laughter which
Blocked out the blinding
Heated light of despair
Only to find them
All gone these revelers
Once the wine and
Warmth turned to ash
Apologies to my readers
The words which I
So enjoy and the
Stories that they spin
Somehow got stuck caught
Or simply dried up
Maybe I got tired
Perhaps I grew old
At any rate I
Decided to step away
Step down and stop
I have discovered in
My long long life
That when anything stops
Being a joy then
It’s best to sleep
Repair renew and dream
There is a game
One in which there
Is never a winner
Or even a loser
Just carnage abysmal carnage
And like most carnage
It gets burned buried
And forgotten to make
Room for more games
And more carnage yet
It’s a game played
Every four years and
Nothing ever changes except
The depth of dead
Will we ever learn
This needs to change
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 