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Daniel Nelson Poem
I & U
never made it to perfection.
I remain un(decided) about
weather and storms
(orclearskie); and
distance of another world;
africa(Uganda;Kenya) is an
un(faith)ful friend. & finally th(is)
Not a poem about l(u)ve
they’re as un(likely) as we're[1]
Copyright © Daniel Nelson | Year Posted 2009
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Daniel Nelson Poem
(megive; anothercummings
it’s a feeling to see a book fade:
ink washed out, pages wilted,
with scoffingsmellsofoldmustsandshalls.
and it’s a bad memory when
remembered daddy forgot
to play football and you
moved away fromhisdoominglove.
is every memory really seen
through a forgotten father.
Edward Estlin, tell me the truth,
is it true your father
grieved through joy,
praised your forehead
and sang like sirens?
But such lavish questions of
a father that forgot the simple
wispsofcackleandcaper
of an abandoned tyke’s love
are too impossible to ask.
No, to give is to have,
daddy’s memory isn’t my fault
and I too have meaning.
Copyright © Daniel Nelson | Year Posted 2009
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