Twenty-Five Has Come into Her Own

July 19, 2019 

Dear Subscriber: 

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is being in one’s twenties. 

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

A number poem about reaching maturity: 

Twenty-five has come into her own, 

Wise enough to winnow what she dreams. 

Even in the landscape of her face 

No destination but has found its place, 

Though growing up is harder than it seems. 

Yearnings do not die through will alone. 

For now there is a firmness in her tone 

Indicative of some internal grace 

Vividly attentive in its space, 

Elegant and certain what it means. 

© by Nicholas Gordon 

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This week’s theme: Being in One’s Twenties 

7/15: Twenty Is a Bud That’s Finally Flowered 

7/16: Tough and Lovely 

7/17: Twenty-Two Worries About Earth 

7/18: The Center Stage Is Empty 

7/19: Twenty-Five Has Come into Her Own

The Center Stage Is Empty

July 18, 2019 

Dear Subscriber: 

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is being in one’s twenties. 

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

A number poem about motion on the stage of life and beneath it: 

The center stage is empty. Stage right 

We see THE YOUNG MAN, only partially 

Emerged from shadow, staring at bright 

Nothingness. Stage left, in dimmer light, stand 

THE MOTHER and THE FATHER, separately, 

Yearning for something they no longer feel. 

For us there seems little to understand: 

Ordinary movement through darkness and light. 

Underneath, however, all move vertically, 

Reaching for more than life can reveal. 

© by Nicholas Gordon 

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This week’s theme: Being in One’s Twenties 

7/15: Twenty Is a Bud That’s Finally Flowered 

7/16: Tough and Lovely 

7/17: Twenty-Two Worries About Earth 

7/18: The Center Stage Is Empty

Twenty-Two Worries About Earth

July 17, 2019

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is being in one’s twenties.

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

A number poem about the oneness of all thought and experience:

Twenty-two worries about Earth,

Wondering what one small will might do.

Each inherits everything at birth,

Not able to untangle me from you.

There is a song so sweet that none can hear;

Yet could one hear it, one could never bear.

Take heart, then, for the whistler in Perth

Will serenade the piper in Peru.

One wish, one thought, one word is everywhere.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Being in One’s Twenties

7/15: Twenty Is a Bud That’s Finally Flowered

7/16: Tough and Lovely

7/17: Twenty-Two Worries About Earth

Tough and Lovely

July 16, 2019

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is being in one’s twenties.

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

A number poem about the emotional effect of seeing one’s child grow into an adult:

Tough and lovely, to see my child gain

What personality she will assume,

Each bit and gesture worked on year by year,

No stopping till the character is clear.

Tough and lovely, to see the child remain

Yet underneath the mask that is her doom.

Only slowly does the child disappear,

Not needing me to kiss away all pain,

Entering alone the darkened room.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Being in One’s Twenties

7/15: Twenty Is a Bud That’s Finally Flowered

7/16: Tough and Lovely