Eric Ericson

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I know the endless ball of wool…
the gentle hand that formed each stitch…
the tender love that that made it grow,
and…how a shirt can't stop the itch.
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The teddy bear is stained and worn
its face pushed oddly flat.
I pause to wonder when I'm old
if I will look like that.
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Eye of newt and wing of bat,
a little bit of this and that,
some cake, a clock with broke alarm,
the insect crawling on my arm,
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The habit of my life is such…
I do not have the time for much
of this and that - unless I clutch
the unsuspecting moment.
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A smile can hide a broken heart
and laughter covers tears.
A thick skin hides a soft inside
and confidence hides fears.
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Light sneaks up,
like a clever word.
It's meaning not quite clear at first.
‘Till suddenly it leaps from behind.
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Why is it radio stations play
the same songs each and every day,
and things that are nice now and then
drone on and on ad nausium?
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Your smile like the dawn resplendent
warms my heart and colors my day,
and shines on me a light most pleasant
down the path I walk each day.
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The pavement calls.
footfalls a steady beat.
the mind wanders along this path.
weaving together
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In the days just after Arthur
lived a maiden passing fair
with a beauty like the lily
and gold dust in her hair.
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I've walked the fields of battle.
I've heard the clarion call,
seen men slaughtered like cattle,
watched friend and brother fall.
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The sky is captured in his eyes, clear and blue.
The weather etched smile is honest.
The slender face says sixty; it lies.
It is that and half again.
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in the file marked
miscellaneous
a blank page,
oh the possibilities
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18.

The heart of man will faint in fear
where the earth in bondage lies
in agony he sheds a tear
'Have mercy on us God' he cries
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Peace to the shepherds with their flocks but not unto the king.
Have you ever thought about the news the angels didn't bring?
Temple priests saw not the star the wise men followed long
and never worshiped at the crib where cattle lowed their song.
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I am captured
my heart taken
given not stolen
I am but a servant
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The Best Poem Of Eric Ericson

My Grandfather's Sweater

I know the endless ball of wool…
the gentle hand that formed each stitch…
the tender love that that made it grow,
and…how a shirt can't stop the itch.

How twisted with arthritis' touch
those loving hands once strong and straight,
to keep her dieing husband warm,
they labored long with love so great.

And now, you sit upon my shelf
for me to wear and stop the chill
of winter's often cruel embrace
a testament of love and skill.

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but if we do not torture the words how ever will we know their full meaning?

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