Hope Is in the Hollow of Your Heart

May 11, 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 about hope and time:

Hope is in the hollow of your heart,

A place that’s safe from everyday despair,

Part of you with which you’ll never part,

Part of you that always will be there.

Years pass, your child becomes who she will be,

More herself, less the self you dreamed,

One who is more act, less potency,

Though still no less the gift that she first seemed.

How might you hope as much as years go by,

Even as time offers you less room,

Refusing to ignore the truth or lie

‘Mid gardens still in leaf but past their bloom?

Sing of hope, that is with fortune born,

Desiring joy at night as much as morn,

Alive with dreams and wonder, just as when

You were a child, now no less than then.

© 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

5/10: To the Mothers of Children Who Never Were Children

5/11: Hope Is in the Hollow of Your Heart

To the Mothers of Children Who Never Were Children

May 10, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

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 to the mothers of children who died in the womb:

To the mothers of children who never were children,

Who died in the womb unnamed and unknown:

You also were mothers, albeit but briefly,

And loved with the love given mothers alone.

Yours was the stirring of life within life,

The being of being all one being knew,

The love of a love that knew only your love,

The world to a world that knew no world but you.

Yours the unspeakable pleasure of giving

Your substance to nurture the creature within;

Yours the inscrutable song of creation,

Bringing to being the dust of the wind.

Death is the end, but never the meaning;

Life is a gift, no matter how long.

You, too, are mothers, the bearers of beauty,

The icons of love to whom this day belongs.https://www.poemsforfree.com/tothem.html

© 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

5/10: To the Mothers of Children Who Never Were Children

Happy Mother's Day to Childless Mothers

May 9, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

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 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

Dear Subscriber:

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

Dear Subscriber:

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