Like the exit
I should have
Stopped at has
Disappeared behind me
I am hoping
That the next
One I see
Is where I
Stop a while
To decide if
I should stay
Pursuit of love
Grows long weary
Until I know
That only we
Can be true
Category: Recollections
Cornermen (to Bean)
Bean you do
Know by now
That which I
Have always known
I am here
You are there
Wherever we are
Recharging ourselves apart
So that we
Remain stronger together
We are each
The others cornerman
At the end
Of the round
Of daily battles
We find our
Place to rest
Taking a moment
Of reflection before
The next day
CharlotteMorn (to Bean)
The early sky
Is grey like
Tepid murky water
Of freshly bathed
Dusty dirty children
It covers everything
Like aging dust
Except for silky
Ribbons of pink
Hanging on horizon
Like fresh negligees
Hung to dry
Distant mid summer
Honey suckle wafts
Sweet delicate fragrance
Like invisible clouds
Of debutantes passing-by
Coffee for me
Coffee for you
Sit patiently steaming
Upon dawns arrival
Stumbling you sit
Next to me
Smiling I think
Like the sun
That is missing
This Charlotte morn
AgainMorning (to Bean)
Orange sherbet sky
Bleeds blue azure
Glowing through streaks
Of nighttime rain
As birds gossip
About yesterday’s sorely
Lack of worms
Drink umbrella flowers
Curtsy and shake
Like wet dogs
Sending dew drops
Airborne and parachuting
Landing on chutes
Of grass sliding
Gleefully like children
Down down down
Steam rises silently
From coffee cups
Like elegant fingers
Of social matrons
Crawling between cracks
In bedroom doors
Knocking sleepy eyes
Last nights cologne
Blending with seductive
Columbian and cream
SweetSilence
You don’t remember
Not long ago
On most radios
You heard static
And less music
There is joy
In ill-tuned things
It requires hope
That some where
You’ll hear clarity
Today’s static
Is very different
It is opinion
Impossible to escape
Prevalent and embroiling
Indeed life is
Such a thing
Swimming in noise
Mostly unrelenting noise
Switch it off
To find your
Own sweet silence
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 