Elna Nel

A Father's Lines (8) - Poem by Elna Nel

let me walk with you
I have a word or two
in my pocket talking
about you and me
for tomorrow is near
and I need you to hear
of times and reasons
of cushions and pins

let me talk to you
moving through decisions
dehydrating our past
along the sea's wet mask
let me roughly peel apart
the bleeding promises
drifting in my heart
of times and reasons

for tomorrow is near
and you must be clear
on this the entity
of the human heart
running and hurting
through times and seasons
with a sea of words
that can't release blood:
a father or a son

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 26, 2012

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