Friday, January 18, 2019

She Harbored No Illusions

January 18, 2019

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is winter, both as a subject and a symbol.

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

A love poem using the phrase “winter’s tale” to mean a sad tale:

She harbored no illusions.
She knew the winter's tale.
On and on the fragile boat
Sailed among the stars.

She managed without hope
But could not part with dreams,
And so as land approached she wept
And drank the bitter sea.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Winter as a Subject and a Symbol
1/14: Winter2
1/16: Winter3
1/18: She Harbored No Illusions

Wednesday, January 16, 2019

For You There Is No More Enduring Passion

January 17, 2019

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is winter, both as a subject and a symbol.

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

A forty-fourth anniversary poem using winter as a metaphor for old age:

For you there is no more enduring passion
Or salient presence in your inner rooms,
Realizing the hopes of brides and grooms,
The deepest bonds that separate souls can fashion.
Years accumulate, the leaves turn ashen,
Forests stand naked as the winter looms.
On frigid mornings, on golden afternoons,
Underneath the roots love finds its ration.
Ravenous once, you now have long been sated,
Yearning still, but from a place called home,
Embracing what you have as what you are.
A choice was made, of course, but now seems fated,
Rendered as a fable writ in stone,
Signaled at your birth by some bright star.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Winter as a Subject and a Symbol
1/14: Winter2
1/16: Winter3
1/17: For You There Is No More Enduring Passion

Winter3

January 16, 2019

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is winter, both as a subject and a symbol.

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

A poem about the dangers of winter’s ice and snow:

Winter wills white whispers into being,
Into frigid air white dancing death,
Needles that can take away one's breath,
Thick, soft flakes preventing one from fleeing,
Ending briefly in bright drifted hills,
Returning with the churning chaff that kills.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Winter as a Subject and a Symbol
1/14: Winter2
1/16: Winter3

Monday, January 14, 2019

Though Winter Come, Thy Will Be Done

January 15, 2019

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is winter, both as a subject and a symbol.

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

A poem in which winter is a metaphor for death:

Though winter come, thy will be done,
For time must have an end,
And death must serve the wanderer
Who worships but the wind.

The being of a being is
Beyond all space and time.
And yet . . . and yet each being is
A moment with a name.

Ah, wanderer! Do not fear
The loss of joy and pain.
For nothingness is nothing less
Than never having been.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Winter as a Subject and a Symbol
1/14: Winter2
1/15: Though Winter Come, Thy Will Be Done

Sunday, January 13, 2019

Winter2

January 14, 2019

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is winter, both as a subject and a symbol.

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

A poem about the restorative effects of winter:

Winter is the world's long sleep,
In which the soil gets its rest,
Naked 'neath its blanket white,
Tucked in for the frigid night,
Earth by bitter north wind blessed,
Restored to life by slumber deep.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Winter as a Subject and a Symbol
1/14: Winter2

Saturday, January 12, 2019

Sing of the New Morning of Your Life

January 13, 2019

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. Since we’re beginning a new year, the theme for this week is new beginnings.

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

A number poem for someone who has retired from a job in an unpleasant work environment:

Sing of the new morning of your life,
In which your labor claims its just reward!
Xylophones accompany your song,
The music of the heart that strikes a chord,
Yielding to the sheer joy of the fife!

So may such music smother soon the strife,
Ill-tempered times that will not linger long.
Xylophones heal all still-painful wrong.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: New Beginnings
1/13: Sing of the New Morning of Your Life

Friday, January 11, 2019

Retirement Is Not Simply What It Means

January 12, 2019

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. Since we’re beginning a new year, the theme for this week is new beginnings.

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

A poem about various meanings of the word “retirement”:

Retirement is not simply what it means,
Even as it literally means, "withdrawal."
To most, its less than literal sense is plural:
Infinite time to reify some dreams;
Rich, full days of doing as we please;
Enduring pleasures, passions satiated;
Mind and body fully liberated;
Endless hours to sift through memories.
Now, on your retirement, we hope
That of that word you make a lovely trope.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: New Beginnings
1/12: Retirement Is Not Simply What It Means