November Knows the Beauty of a Line

 

A calendar poem for November:

 

November knows the beauty of a line:
One stroke across the heart of a gray sky.
Vacancy is where true vision lies,
Eternity redacted into time.
Memory now moves into the garden,
Bringing with it music never heard.
Each slender, naked branch is like a word
Recalling the lost happiness of Eden.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

Audio and Video Music: Elegy. By Wayne Jones. Music free to use at YouTube. Illustration Credit: AI

 

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September Lingers in the Arms of Love

 

A calendar poem for September:

 

September lingers in the arms of love
Even as a certain crispness calls.
Perhaps some fear she's not yet conscious of
Takes messages as she slows down and stalls,
Embracing joys that soon must be entombed.
More frequently, she starts to feel marooned.
Business bustles busily with tasks,
Each answering more questions than it asks,
Reminding her how life can be consumed.

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

Audio and Video Music: Elegy. By Wayne Jones. Music free to use at YouTube. Photo Credit: AI.

 

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Remember When We All Were Young Together

 

A poem for a high school or college reunion:

 

Remember when we all were young together,

Each a part of each’s life forever?

Uniting now to touch that time again,

Nostalgic for the years so quickly gone.

In a present hijacked by a past

Offering a grace too deep to grasp,

Now we pause to gather and remember.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

Audio and Video Music: No.6 In My Dreams. By Esther Abrami. Music free to use at YouTube. Illustration Credit: AI

 

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March Marches to the Beat of Her Own Drum

 

A calendar poem for March:

 

March marches to the beat of her own drum,
Angry in the way of eager youth,
Rebelling against the adult she’ll become,
Challenging the too-long-frozen truth.
How beautiful, though raucous and uncouth!

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

Audio and Video Music: Buccaneer’s March. By Aakash Gandhi. Music free to use at YouTube. Photo Credit: AI

 

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