David Nelson Bradsher
David Nelson Bradsher Poems
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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.
The breeze is urgent, crisp, and like a stream
of consciousness that musses thinning hair.
Autumn arrives—she settles like a dream
that brightens life before the trees go bare.
I trudge the lanes of age—the oaks get older
as I proceed along my scenic stroll
until I reach the Winter, stark and colder—
a man who’s reached the coring of his soul.