David Nelson Bradsher
David Nelson Bradsher Poems
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She rises painfully—without complaint—
haloed by silver-white in feathered hair,
and she assists her husband from his chair,
dragging her shadow like a burdened saint.
She wears the mantle, stooped in silhouette,
of one diminishing by sacrifice,
when giving care becomes her sole device
to pay the interest of a crippling debt.
Yesterday Is Forever
You might disown my bitter tone
and lump me in with crazy men,
but when I think and speak in ink
you'll have to kill my tilted pen
in order to prevent my view
from being easeled on display.
I document the time I've spent
reliving every yesterday.