Wednesday, November 2, 2016

I Didn't Get a Chance to Say Goodbye

November 3, 2016

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is death, in honor of the transition from Halloween to All Saints’ Day and then to All Souls’ Day, which is the Mexican Day of the Dead.

Today’s poem is from a caregiver to the one he or she cared for.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

I didn't get a chance to say goodbye
To you, to tell you that I loved you, to say
What now must be one long, unbroken cry
Of pain, now that at last you've gone away.
I cannot tell you what a joy it was
To be the one to tend you in your need.
The burden was a gift, for giving does
Not burden one who loves, though loving bleed.
I wish I could have been with you when you,
Perhaps aware, perhaps not, turned towards death
Alone, with no one there to wonder to,
To share your fear, your hand, your one last breath.
I wish, I wish, I wish . . . but it is done,
And now I must surrender what is gone.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at http://www.poemsforfree.com/ididn3.html . For more poems about death, go to http://www.poemsforfree.com/deathpoems.html.

This week’s theme: Death.
November 3: I Didn’t Get a Chance to Say Goodbye

Tuesday, November 1, 2016

I Am the Mirror of Our Love

November 2, 2016

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is death, in honor of the transition from Halloween to All Saints’ Day and then to All Souls’ Day, which is the Mexican Day of the Dead.

Today’s poem is about the impending death of a pet.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

I am the mirror of our love,
And you its brazen fire.
To me our love is merely joy;
To you it is your breath.

I am the marker that must move;
You, the fixed desire.
You are what I most enjoy;
I am life or death.

And now you must be put to sleep,
And I remain awake
With years of love ahead of me,
And many pets to go.

But I'm the one who can't help weep
While you, just for my sake,
Come rest your chin upon my knee
And beg to share my woe.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at http://www.poemsforfree.com/iamth2.html . For more poems about death, go to http://www.poemsforfree.com/deathpoems.html.

This week’s theme: Death.
November 2: I Am the Mirror of Our Love

Monday, October 31, 2016

Here's a Little Ditty

November 1, 2016

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is death, in honor of the transition from Halloween to All Saints’ Day and then to All Souls’ Day, which is the Mexican Day of the Dead.

Today’s poem is about how one dies again as friends and family die.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Here's a little ditty for
A sailor lost at sea,
An Irishman, most sorely missed
By friends and family.

He'd reached the prime of life when he
Encountered Davy Jones,
And now all that is left of him
Are tears and scattered bones.

He lives in those he left behind,
His loved ones and his mates,
And as they die, he'll die again,
Conjoined with many fates;

Until at last his being, with
A brief, unuttered sigh,
Will yield its presence peacefully,
And bid the world goodbye.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at http://www.poemsforfree.com/heresa.html . For more poems about death, go to http://www.poemsforfree.com/deathpoems.html.

This week’s theme: Death.
November 1: Here’s a Little Ditty

Sunday, October 30, 2016

In Memory of Those Who Died

October 31, 2016

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is death, in honor of the transition from Halloween to All Saints’ Day and then to All Souls’ Day, which is the Mexican Day of the Dead.

Today’s poem is about the insoluble mystery of death.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

In memory of those who died
We weep and walk away.
Tears run into swollen streams.
No trace of us remains.

Even those who grieve are gone,
And those that grieve who grieve,
And those whose lives are ravaged by
A frantic urge to be,

And those who wander silently
Among the empty rooms:
Immortality is theirs,
Though they must vanish, too.

We bear astonished witness to
The passage of the soul.
No bridge exists that can connect
Our passion to the whole.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at http://www.poemsforfree.com/inmemo.html . For more poems about death, go to http://www.poemsforfree.com/deathpoems.html.

This week’s theme: Death.
October 31: In Memory of Those Who Died

Witches Wail and Werewolves Howl

October 30, 2016

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is Halloween, which falls on October 31.

Today’s poem is a Halloween poem about how children love scary things.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Witches wail and werewolves howl,
Ghosts say "Boo!" and monsters scowl,
Jack-o-lanterns grin all night
As children shiver with delight.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at http://www.poemsforfree.com/witche.html . For more Halloween poems, go to http://www.poemsforfree.com/halloweenpoems.html.

This week’s theme: Halloween.
October 30: Witches Wail and Werewolves Howl

Saturday, October 29, 2016

How Might a Spirit Settle in the Wind

October 29, 2016

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is Halloween, which falls on October 31.

Today’s poem is a Halloween poem about how wandering spirits might find peace.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

How might a spirit settle in the wind?
After death, how might a soul find peace?
Love lasts long after lips and laughter cease,
Leaving only memories behind.
Out of longings, one might linen spin,
Weaving well the welkin edged with fleece.
Each spirit must from wandering seek release,
Else ever through the weary midnights wend,
Not resting till love's angels dark descend.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at http://www.poemsforfree.com/howmig.html . For more Halloween poems, go to http://www.poemsforfree.com/halloweenpoems.html.

This week’s theme: Halloween.
October 29: How Might a Spirit Settle in theWind

Friday, October 28, 2016

How Can Normal, Rational People

October 28, 2016

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is Halloween, which falls on October 31.

Today’s poem is a Halloween poem about how irrational fears are still alive and well in rational people.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

How can normal, rational people
All lust after ghosts one night,
Like the moon on some church steeple
Luring demons to its light?
Old fears lie buried in our pleasure,
Words sealed in a midnight grave,
Each a truth that we must treasure,
Eerie horrors our hearts crave.
Nor should we all our passions pave.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at http://www.poemsforfree.com/hallow.html . For more Halloween poems, go to http://www.poemsforfree.com/halloweenpoems.html.

This week’s theme: Halloween.
October 28: How Can Normal, Rational People