This First Year of Marriage Has Been the Best

April 11, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

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

Today’s poem is a first anniversary poem about both the beauty and the difficulty of the first year of marriage.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

This first year of marriage has been the best

I've ever known, so deep and rich and full.

I've felt more passion than in all the rest,

Moored at last amidst the tidal pull.

Not that it's been easy. There've been times

When all the world has seemed to come apart:

Anger faces anger, and past crimes,

Real or imagined, lacerate the heart.

Love sometimes settles slowly, like a house

New-built that needs to snuggle in its bed.

When floorboards creak and groan, it's time to douse

The lights and make unbridled love instead!

Love, like air, cannot always be clear;

How sweet to breathe it with you this first year!

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: First Anniversaries

April 9: Until We Met I Didn’t Know

April 10: One Year Has Passed, and Still We Are in Love

April 11: This First Year of Marriage Has Been the Best

One Year Has Passed, and Still We Are in Love

April 10, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

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

Today’s poem is a first anniversary poem about how the year has enriched a couple’s love.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

One year has passed, and still we are in love,

Nor will time undo what we have done.

Even as boughs break and mountains move,

Years enrich what pleasure has begun.

Each moment of our passion and delight,

As clear as sunshine, bountiful and bright,

Remains as longing after it is gone.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: First Anniversaries

April 9: Until We Met I Didn’t Know

April 10: One Year Has Passed, and Still We Are in Love

Until We Met I Didn't Know

April 9, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

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

Today’s poem is a first anniversary poem about the beauty of the first year of marriage.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Until we met I didn't know

How light a heart could be;

How, chained to one by bonds of love,

I still could feel so free.

I didn't realize that my dreams

Could ever be so real;

Or when I had all I could want,

Exactly how I'd feel.

This year of love has brought me through

A long-awaited door:

Were angels parked along our skies,

I could not love you more.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: First Anniversaries

April 9: Until We Met I Didn’t Know

Your Legacy Must Be Both Love and Fear

April 8, 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 about passing on the genetic tendency for breast cancer.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Your legacy must be both love and fear.

I know that when you died, you feared for me.

The family curse you carried in your breast

Was not a gift you wanted to pass on.

But fear of it, just like my love for you,

Must linger in my heart, unwelcome guest!

And as I weep for your too early death,

I also can hear rumblings of my own.

Ah, Mother! We are linked like paper dolls,

A line of little cutouts in a row.

I see my clearest memories in my mirror

And feel your anguish bloom beneath my breast.

For this, my love for you is more, not less.

In our misfortune there's a common grace:

For me, in that you must have grieved for me;

For you, in what you knew I’d feel for you.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Bloom as a Metaphor

April 2: Fifty-Three

April 3: Stephen

April 4: Treat Yourself to All the Best of Life

April 5: You Are the Rose About to Bloom

April 6: Flowers Flourish in Their Proper Clime

April 7: I Wish for You One Thing, and That Is Love

April 8: Your Legacy Must Be Both Love and Fear

I Wish for You One Thing, and That Is Love

April 7, 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 consists of wishes for a newborn child.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

I wish for you one thing, and that is love:

Love for life, and pure, unfettered joy

At being here upon this vivid earth.

May great pleasure come from giving pleasure,

And love that streams out from your burning heart

Light the darkened world and make it bloom.

I wish you to be loved both well and long

By all those whom you love; that these be many,

Among whom, not the least, might be yourself.

May you love the beautiful and good,

And always act with honesty and justice,

Being what you would that others be.

But most of all, I wish for you a love

Into which you might plunge out of passion,

And in it find serenity and peace.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Bloom as a Metaphor

April 2: Fifty-Three

April 3: Stephen

April 4: Treat Yourself to All the Best of Life

April 5: You Are the Rose About to Bloom

April 6: Flowers Flourish in Their Proper Clime

April 7: I Wish for You One Thing, and That Is Love

Flowers Flourish in Their Proper Clime

April 6, 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 someone who has just moved to a new state.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Flowers flourish in their proper clime,

In which they find the sunlight, soil, and rain

Favorable to who they really are.

Then they and their environment combine,

Yielding leaf to soil to leaf again.

So might a seed blown hither from afar

Implant itself, co-fashioning its room,

Xerophyte or hydrophyte in bloom.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Bloom as a Metaphor

April 2: Fifty-Three

April 3: Stephen

April 4: Treat Yourself to All the Best of Life

April 5: You Are the Rose About to Bloom

April 6: Flowers Flourish in Their Proper Clime

You Are the Rose About to Bloom

April 5, 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 from parents to their daughter about a difference in perspective.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

You are the rose about to bloom,

The color soon to wake,

The perfume set to scent the breeze,

The bud about to break.

You stand upon the lip of time

Alight with what will be,

And see yourself out to the sky

Across the open sea.

We see you vertically, a gift

Too beautiful to plumb,

And treasure all the years you were

And all the years to come.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Bloom as a Metaphor

April 2: Fifty-Three

April 3: Stephen

April 4: Treat Yourself to All the Best of Life

April 5: You Are the Rose About to Bloom