Poem of the Week

January 31, 2013 #722

Dear Subscriber:

This week’s poem of the week is a poem about friendship.

You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com/week.html .

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Horses have friends, and cows, pigs, elephants.
Dogs have best buddies, and parrots, possums, ducks.

Eating alone in a public place can be embarrassing,
As though one's personal failure to connect was on view.

Perhaps we need listeners to make our thoughts real.
Perhaps we need another's warm space as a refuge.

A word of affection is like sunlight to a flower,
Opening it up to the scent-laden sky.

A friend is a mirror, without which we could not see ourselves.
A friend is a window, without which we could not see beyond ourselves.
A friend is a necessity, like food, or sleep, or home.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Poem of the Week

January 24, 2013 #721

Dear Subscriber:

This week’s poem of the week is a poem about death and grief.

You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com/week.html .

Yours,

Nick Gordon

I do not wish to undermine your sorrow
Or blunt the healing power of your pain,
But there will be another day tomorrow,
And you will, yes, be happy once again.
Grief is music, sad but full of beauty,
Song of love that ought not last too long.
If it lasts, it turns into self-pity,
Which does both mourned and mourner grievous wrong.
Grief is just a shaft of mourning sunlight.
It is not all-consuming like the night.
Soon the clouds will burn away, and one light
Of love will shine, ubiquitous and bright.
Love is one, beyond all joy and grief.
Love is the tree, and each beloved the leaf.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Poem of the Week

January 17, 2013 #720

Dear Subscriber:

This week’s poem of the week is a poem for Martin Luther King, Jr.'s birthday.

You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com/week.html .

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Meaning is a morning song,
A dawn, a dance of light.
Reason merely sings along
To get the lyrics right.
In what you know is what you are,
Not what you'll become.
Let not sight your vision bar,
Undone by what is done.
To love must be to hope, for love
Has far too much to lose.
Embrace the good you're wary of,
Refusing to refuse.
Knowledge is as knowledge does.
It so quickly turns to was.
Now is ever when
Grace will come again.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Poem of the Week

January 10, 2013 #719

Dear Subscriber:

This week’s poem of the week is an anniversary poem.

You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com/week.html .

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Heaven is an ordinary day.
All the love there is, is in your hearts.
Perhaps the chatter jostles with the music
Pouring forth from angels on all sides.
Yet every moment sings with jubilation.

For you today's a day of celebration
In which you mark the joining of your lives.
Fortune comes to those who don't refuse it,
The self-served gift, despite one's fits and starts,
Heaven that succumbs, and serves, and stays.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Poem of the Week

January 3, 2013 #718

Dear Subscriber:

This week’s poem of the week is a poem for Epiphany.

You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com/week.html .

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Every moment is a revelation
Placed behind the scrim of what one sees.
In every unremarkable sensation,
Poised to dance, some truth awaits a breeze.
How might one then step behind the veil,
Alive in ways one was not meant to live?
None can bear such beauty long, nor fail,
Yet yearning, to revere what grace might give.

© by Nicholas Gordon