Chris Ernest Nelson Poems

by Chris Ernest Nelson

There is a quiet place,
even on a busy corner
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by Chris Ernest Nelson

What can shadows tell us about ourselves?
They follow us closely in sunlight
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I have played the great feast
with music and laughter–
a circle of friends and
in full measure of joy
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by Chris Ernest Nelson

He sits on his broad porch, his eyes
cast as far as the golden plain stretches,
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I have been remembering to breathe.
The light so bright I sometimes forget
that the molecular swirl requires a breeze
to mix it up and keep its
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My imagination reaches
beyond this flesh
into the place of wonder
that shatters our glass of hope
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Walking down stairs in the dark of night,
silence weighs heavy in the air.
Every step sounds an alarm
and threatens my intention,
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Radiant on the desert sand,
in the pounding glare of a direct sun,
I watched the scripting serpent dance
the painted shaman's dance.
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Today the gray hangs heavy on my head.
The sun sinks low beneath clouds of longing.
I have been in love, more than once, but now
in the autumn of my life each love,
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In these lines you hear the language of dreams.
Not everyone can share in the same dream.
There is a wonderful freedom in dreams.
Let us resolve to fly whenever we can
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