August 11, 2016
Dear Subscriber:
Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of
view. This week’s theme is time.
Today’s poem is about how time devours the holy presence of
each moment.
I welcome comments on my poems at http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.
Yours,
Nick Gordon
The Los Angeles of 1958
Was obliterated in 1959.
Every house, movie star, palm tree, and freeway
No more. Gone. Nada. Nihil. We say
There are photos, memories--I have mine.
Yet holy presence we cannot recreate.
From desire and dream we make our memories,
Images of images, the stage
Vacant, the quartet long gone, our rage,
Ever, for lies, distortions, uncertainties.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I
chose for it at http://www.poemsforfree.com/la1958.html.
For more philosophical poems, go to http://www.poemsforfree.com/philosophicalpoems.html
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This week’s theme: Time.
August 8: Forty-Eight
August 9: Bless These Family Gatherings
August 10: The Universe Is One of Many
August 11: The Los Angeles of 1958
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