Fifty-Three Remains an Open Field

August 30, 2020

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is psychology.

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A psychological number poem about a woman who drags her hidden pain out into the healing light:

Fifty-three remains an open field,
Intimate with solitude and sky.
For her the child still lingers in the light,
There being wonder in the wisps of why,
Yielding all of life that life can yield.

There are no memories that must be sealed,
Holding tears too terrible to cry,
Resting places restless in the night.
Each ghost is hung out in the sun to dry,
Each wound recleansed until completely healed.

© by Nicholas Gordon

To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/53b.html. For more psychological poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/psychologicalpoems.html.

This week’s theme: Psychology
August 24: To Know Another, One Must Be Insane
August 25: Tonight, There Are No Stars
August 26: Depression Comes with the Territory
August 27: Why Am I the Mirror of Your Heart
August 28: Fearing for My Sanity
August 29: Emptiness Costs a Bit Extra
August 30: Fifty-Three Remains an Open Field