David Nelson Bradsher

Rookie (09/06/66 / Raleigh, North Carolina)

Comments about David Nelson Bradsher

  • Gina Onyemaechi (8/27/2006 7:44:00 AM)

    I've just started reading Mr Bradsher on recommendation. I am bowled over by his skills in rhyme and meter, more so by the fact that he never allows these to compromise meaning. That takes true talent, IMO. In Mr Bradsher's work you'll find humour, sauciness, wistfulness, and grit. Whatever poems you may choose to visit, however, you are bound to have a good time.

    I've challenged Mr Bradsher to experiment with free verse as I feel that he could produce some real gems in this form to match his wondrous rhymed pieces. However, as I'm sure he knows, he should follow his own poetic heart whether this leads him to free verse or not.

    Thank you for sharing your talented writing, Mr Bradsher.

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  • Max Reif (10/23/2005 11:18:00 AM)

    Dear David,
    The main thing, for me, about your writing is that I feel in it the rhythm of not words but Nature itself! And that is quite a feat, because as poets I feel we, and our words, should be transparent. Your poetry brings something *objective*, and that objective contact with Nature and reality is something I, and maybe all of us, are hungry for. Your poetry also reminds me why rhythm and rhyme exist: Nature has not only rhythm, but rhyme too!

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  • Lee Ann Schaffer (4/3/2005 5:12:00 PM)

    Writing brings significance to experience. By a writer electing to write - simply by choosing the subject - the writer honors the experience. Poetry more than any other genre does that. Through the condensation of experience into that form of language, it raises it even higher. Those who can utilize the strictest forms within that genre glorify experience. If the poet can do this well, he is an artist. David Nelson Bradsher is a master artist.
    He’s also a master architect. He is able to craft cathedrals in his works; each metaphor a flying buttress that lifts the head and the heart.
    One of the many ways of being able to identify a master is that the uneducated, the unenlightened, (frankly speaking) the stupid, they all become detractors. It’s the confederacy of dunces to which Jonathan Swift referred that allow us to spot genius. So... Let the hounds gather at the gates. Each one only points more certainly and more delightfully toward the truth.

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  • Sterling Peony (2/5/2005 6:50:00 PM)

    There I was, foraging through a minefield of mediocre poetry, thirsting for beauty and truth and clarity, and what do stumble upon? Why, it's a sonnet, clear and masterfully written. At first, I think it's a mirage. An illusion hastened by starvation for classical verse.

    So I click on another.
    And another.

    And they're all that good. And I say to myself, 'Who IS this poet? Has the cosmic wheel turned and Tennyson been reincarnated? Possibly, but his name is now David Bradsher.

    Thanks, Mr. Bradsher.

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Mourning Dream

With spite,5: 30 in the morning came,
alarmed, and jarring to his drowsy senses,
bringing to bear the morning-force of blame
that punched and powered through internal fences
into the freedom of impassioned voices,
a tit-for-tat crescendo, borne of rage,
confusion, and regret (from faulty choices) ,
and panic from a man who knew his age—