Chris Ernest Nelson Poems

by Chris Ernest Nelson

There is a quiet place,
even on a busy corner
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As the wind shifts and the sun drops in the sky
I am feeling the autumn of my life set in.
For some time now I have watched the pylons
that mark my horizon and count my days
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Strangely the wanderer looking back
at the path he has trodden finds
that he has ever been walking
to the place where he stands.
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The light of day bends into the corner,
without permission,
to lift the dark blanket of the shadow of the angle
that imprisons the space.
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Barefoot in soft grass under a smiling sun,
with warm hands holding warm hands
... and eyes that say, 'I love you'
without knowing what such words mean.
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You were my grandma's rocker,
her own ancient seat.
You counted off the thousand times
she held me softly and cooed,
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The memories of my own beginning
are like clouds upon a mountain,
they rise and fall with the wind;
one day as heavy as burdens
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I have spent a lifetime building this wall.
I had feelings once,
but they are only window dressing now.
It always looks like someone's home,
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One beat of the drum each year.
One pluck of the string in a century
For this song is carried by the dense fog
and its melody sweeps in with
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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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