Fifty-Three3

April 2, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. Since trees, plants, and flowers are about to bloom, this week’s theme is bloom as a metaphor.

Today’s poem is a number poem for a late bloomer.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Fifty-three reveals herself at last

In full career, a blossom that is blooming.

Fortune, time, and will have had their way,

Though, looking back, it sometimes seems like fate,

Years of choices that have led her here.

There is no point in questioning the past,

However one might find it all-consuming.

Remember, one is ever unbaked clay,

Early on, of course, but also late,

Embraced by shaping hands upon the wheel.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at https://www.poemsforfree.com/53c.html. For more number poems, go to http://www.poemsforfree.com/numberpoems.html .

This week’s theme: Bloom as a Metaphor

April 2: Fifty-Three