Happy Mother's Day to Childless Mothers

May 9, 2018

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is Mother’s Day, which is celebrated on May 13^th.

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A Mother’s Day poem to childless women who stand in for mothers:

Happy Mother’s Day to childless mothers

Attending to the progeny of others,

Perhaps as aunts or stepmothers or friends,

Pursuing as their own another’s ends,

Yearning still for what will never be,

Making fortune of adversity.

Of course, even children of the blood

Take off in time, returning as they would,

Having their own friends and families,

Embracing or neglecting whom they please.

Remember that the past is never past.

‘Mid tidal tumbling are the things that last,

Submerged beneath the restless ebb and flow,

Days of love stored permanently below.

A gift of love can never be in vain,

Yielding memories that life sustain.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Mother’s Day

5/7: How Might One Bring to Leaf a Separate Soul

5/8: I See You Working Hard for Me

5/9: Happy Mother’s Day to Childless Mothers

I See You Working Hard for Me

May 8, 2018

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is Mother’s Day, which is celebrated on May 13^th.

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

A Mother’s Day poem from a daughter of appreciation and understanding:

I see you working hard for me

And wonder what it means:

Whether I will do the same

And give up my own dreams

To offer someone else my world,

A stranger from my womb,

And say: Here, take my life,

So you, not I, can bloom.

I often wonder at the depth

Of that cool sacrifice;

I know it can't be "just because,"

Or simply to be nice.

It is so awesome, I can't think

How I could make that choice,

Except I see something in you

That gives my own heart voice.

I see sometimes a happiness

Amid the stressed-out day

That no one else can hope to know

In any other way.

I feel it when you look at me

And understand sometimes

That things I do, I do for two,

And then your hard life shines.

And when I give you grief, I know

That all the bitter pain

Between a mom and growing child

Is simply like the rain

That alternates with sunny days,

Passion without end,

While underneath is more of life

Than we can comprehend.

And then I know, perhaps, why I

Like you might be so moved

To give my life to someone else,

And know that I have loved.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Mother’s Day

5/7: How Might One Bring to Leaf a Separate Soul

5/8: I See You Working Hard for Me

How Might One Bring to Leaf a Separate Soul

May 7, 2018

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is Mother’s Day, which is celebrated on May 13^th.

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

A Mother’s Day poem comparing a growing child to a tree:

How might one bring to leaf a separate soul,

A seedling with its tree tucked well within,

Placed where rain and sunlight might begin,

Perhaps, to thicken its still slender bole?

Yes, how might one succeed in such a role,

Making sure one’s yang leaves room for yin,

One’s love is nothing seedlings have to win,

The gift that ought not ever be a goal?

How might one allow a tree to grow

Eventually into something all its own,

Reigning over some sweet sunlit glade

‘Mid woods well scattered with its wind-borne seeds?

Sing of the gigantic soul you sow,

Dear sapling many creatures will call home,

As tiny nestlings shelter in its shade

Years from now, when it is thick with leaves.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Mother’s Day

5/7: How Might One Bring to Leaf a Separate Soul

Time Diminishes What We Require

May 6, 2018

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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 number poem about the the lovely sadness of unsatisfied desire:

Time diminishes what we require.

What pain teaches, we learn perfectly.

Each builds a shore around his sea of gladness,

Not losing hope, nor giving way to madness,

Tougher without, within a little shyer,

Yearning always, but settling reasonably.

Often, though, we turn to lovely sadness,

Not willing to let go what we desire,

Even though we want what cannot be.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Psychology

4/30: Abel Jeremiah

5/1: The Pleasures of Your Life Are Overwhelming

5/2: Forty-Nine3

5/3: I Doubt You’ll Write This Poem for Me

5/4: Loose Change

5/5: Everywhere Are Clocks

5/6: Time Diminishes What We Require

Everywhere Are Clocks

May 5, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

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

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

A psychological poem about the clocks that surround us:

Everywhere are clocks:

Timers turn leaves,

Tell birds to take off,

Fish to return home,

Restore desire,

Shift scenery in the night sky.

Lions and fish, crabs and virgins

Move to the music of the moon,

As we, too, dance to symphonies

Unheard. The year is a melody.

We sing our lives in harmony

With singers invisible, magical,

Fellow musicians whom we love

But do not know.

The air is alive with chimes

Which summon us to celebrations

At which we feast on tears.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Psychology

4/30: Abel Jeremiah

5/1: The Pleasures of Your Life Are Overwelming

5/2: Forty-Nine3

5/3: I Doubt You’ll Write This Poem for Me

5/4: Loose Change

5/5: Everywhere Are Clocks

Loose Change

May 4, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

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

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

A psychological poem about the dangers of being too ready to please others:

Loose change (was that lose change?)

Spends easy. Like favors.

Like mornings or afternoons.

Time is easier than touch,

Being there easier than being.

How often, unthinking,

Do I spend a yes

To avoid breaking me?

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Psychology

4/30: Abel Jeremiah

5/1: The Pleasures of Your Life Are Overwhelming

5/2: Forty-Nine3

5/3: I Doubt You’ll Write This Poem for Me

5/4: Loose Change

I Doubt You'll Write This Poem for Me

May 3, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

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

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

A poem from the point of view of someone who lacks self-confidence:

I doubt you'll write this poem for me

Since I so rarely get

The things I set my heart upon,

The things I might regret.

So little do I now expect,

So little hope or fear,

I draw a circle round myself

And find my pleasure there.

I do not like my friends, nor do I

Think that they like me.

Their words are hard, like jagged rocks,

Their treacherous eyes like scree.

Alone I read, I dream, I like

My music loud, I wait

For something that will never come,

I fault my faultless fate.

I throw myself upon your will,

Yet know you will not say

The words that show me to myself

And burn my heart away.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Psychology

4/30: Abel Jeremiah

5/1: The Pleasures of Your Life Are Overwhelming

5/2: Forty-Nine3

5/3: I Doubt You’ll Write This Poem for Me