Eric Ericson

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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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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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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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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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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I do not know if love has wings,
when your laughter's magic,
bright upon my deepest gloom
is frosting on my cake.
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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 will lay my bleeding heart before you
and open up my soul for all to see
knowing you may trample it in rejection
but honesty alone will set me free
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They stand not proud these weathered stones on autumn hills…
They stand not proud but lean as age decrees…
They stand not proud these markers for forgotten sons…
They stand not proud but breaking at the knees…
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The ground is wet with morning dew.
Oblivious I hurry through
this axle grease upon the grass,
and loose my footing as I pass.
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in the file marked
miscellaneous
a blank page,
oh the possibilities
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