Twenty-Six3

January 19, 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.

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A number poem in which winter is a metaphor for a young man’s prediction of hard times ahead:

Twenty-six whistles in the wind,

Well aware of bitter times ahead.

Even in the midst of winter snow,

Needing all the woodcraft he might know,

The young man has no fear or sense of dread.

Yet like us all, of course, he's running blind.

So let the coming years to him be kind,

In which, as good and bad both come and go,

Xerophytes will bloom, by deep springs fed.

© 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

1/16: Winter3

1/17: For You There Is No More Enduring Passion

1/18: She Harbored No Illusions

1/19: Twenty-Six3

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

1/15: Though Winter Come, Thy Will Be Done

1/16: Winter3

1/17: For You There Is No More Enduring Passion

1/18: She Harbored No Illusions

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

1/15: Though Winter Come, Thy Will Be Done

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

1/15: Though Winter Come, Thy Will Be Done

1/16: Winter3

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

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

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

1/7: Revel in Your Golden Years

1/8: A Marriage Celebrates a New Beginning

1/9: Clearly, There Could Be No Better News

1/10: Behold the Mother with Her Newborn Child

1/11: Find Yourself a Purpose and a Goal

1/12: Retirement Is Not Simply What It Means

1/13: Sing of the New Morning of Your Life