Suppose There Were No Special Times for Greetings

December 20, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week, as we approach Christmas and New Year’s, is Season’s Greetings.

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

A Season’s Greetings poem about all days as holy days:

Suppose there were no special times for greetings,

Each day equally a holy day.

All things are holy just because of being

Shards of Being, lightning wrapped in clay.

One might then be merry all the time,

Needing no occasion for good cheer,

Seeing in each moment the sublime,

God born in every child throughout the year.

Reasoning thus, one need not leave bereft

Each everyday not specialized for joy.

Eden is a place we never left,

Though smoke and smog our view of it destroy.

In paradise all time is time for glory,

Nor do the angels choose one sacred story.

God is in all things with grace to be,

Shining in all seasons equally.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Season’s Greetings

12/17: Seasons Are like Seasonings

12/18: Secular Celebrations Seem So Spare

12/19: Short Days Augur Longer Ones

12/20: Suppose There Were No Special Times for Greetings

Short Days Augur Longer Ones

December 19, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week, as we approach Christmas and New Year’s, is Season’s Greetings.

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

A Season’s Greetings poem about the time lag between the turn of a season towards light or darkness and one’s sense of the season as light or dark:

Short days augur longer ones

Even as the cold

Alights upon the early gloom,

Sailing on the wind.

One feels the chill inside one's bones;

Night too soon takes hold.

So we light the festive room,

Gathering within.

Remember those long summer days,

Each a little shorter?

Evenings had a touch of grief

Trailing behind.

In each sharp turn, time delays

Not only change of weather.

Gripped by passion or belief,

Slowly we unwind.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Season’s Greetings

12/17: Seasons Are like Seasonings

12/18: Secular Celebrations Seem So Spare

12/19: Short Days Augur Longer Ones

Secular Celebrations Seem So Spare

December 18, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week, as we approach Christmas and New Year’s, is Season’s Greetings.

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

A Season’s Greetings poem about enjoying the religious holidays without being religious:

Secular celebrations seem so spare,

Even with religious ancestry,

As though the brick beneath what had been there

Stood unadorned where stuccoed grace should be.

Old prayers and praises now sound insincere,

No longer fitting where but reason reigns.

'Tis the season, nonetheless, for cheer;

Scoured of mystery, mystique remains.

God aside, the dark still turns towards light;

Revolving Earth still tilts into the sun;

Each gift of breath still fills one with delight;

Each child is still all being new begun.

The miracles one celebrates are questions

Implying answers too remote to know.

Nor need one not have faith in the directions

Given those whose fate it is to go

Step by careful step towards what is so.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Season’s Greetings

12/17: Seasons Are like Seasonings

12/18: Secular Celebrations Seem So Spare

Seasons Are like Seasonings

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week, as we approach Christmas and New Year’s, is Season’s Greetings.

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

A Season’s Greetings poem about enjoying the special tastes of each season:

Seasons are like seasonings,

Each a complex taste

Amplifying appetites of

Souls with senses graced.

Open up your windows,

Nestle in your beds,

Scent the scents of wakening fields,

Gaze at golds and reds.

Revel in the tang of time

Even now when night

Ends too soon the caravans

Traveling towards light.

In gratitude for being

Now sing that all might hear!

Give the gift of merriment!

Sing of love and cheer!

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Season’s Greetings

12/17: Seasons Are like Seasonings

Julian

December 16, 2018

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

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

A name and friendship poem about the interdependence of every moment of life:

Julian is a true and loving friend.

Underneath his words there is his heart.

Life is not a table set for one.

If one would eat, one cannot eat alone.

All we have we borrow and we lend.

Nor do I breathe without your taking part.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Friendship

12/10: Why Did You Change

12/11: Of You I Know So Much

12/12: My Tears Are Not of Loss

12/13: Our Friendship Is as Close as Closest Sisters

12/14: I Have a Friend with Benefits

12/15: May Poetry Flow

12/16: Julian

May Poetry Flow

December 15, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

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

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

A friendship poem wishing a friend continued inspiration and love of life:

May poetry flow

From your moonlit garden,

From your cool, dark fountain,

Untouched by age.

May your spirit read

The book of life

With the same enchantment

As the child within.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Friendship

12/10: Why Did You Change

12/11: Of You I Know So Much

12/12: My Tears Are Not of Loss

12/13: Our Friendship Is as Close as Closest Sisters

12/14: I Have a Friend with Benefits

12/15: May Poetry Flow

I Have a Friend with Benefits

December 14, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

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

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

A friendship poem about so-called friendship with benefits, each using the other for casual sex:

I have a friend with benefits,

Whom off and on I see.

While I use her to get my kicks,

She also uses me.

She's not my girlfriend, just a friend

With whom I have some sex.

Too young to love, we play the game

And wonder what comes next.

We try out stuff from porno sites,

Watching what we do

As though we were on film, and someone

Else was watching, too.

Yet somehow, somewhere even we

Still know we yearn for love,

And wait like withered stalks to feel

That wind within us move.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Friendship

12/10: Why Did You Change

12/11: Of You I Know So Much

12/12: My Tears Are Not of Loss

12/13: Our Friendship Is as Close as Closest Sisters

12/14: I Have a Friend with Benefits