I Know I'm No Replacement for a Child

May 5, 2020

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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 10.

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A Mother’s Day poem to a wife who has had several miscarriages and no children:

I know I’m no replacement for a child.

That’s a loss I know I can’t make whole.

But I would be the sun that on you smiled,

A bit of brightness that your heart beguiled

And burned away the sadness in your soul.

I know I’m no replacement for a child,

Nor could you by my love be reconciled

To what both time and chance from your womb stole.

But I would be the sun that on you smiled,

Or gentle wind that made your winter mild,

Warm enough to meliorate the cold.

I know I’m no replacement for a child.

There is no way that one could fill the wild

Emptiness your phantom arms enfold.

But I would be the sun that on you smiled,

That lighted up the world that death defiled

And gleamed across the bell that in you tolled.
I know I’m no replacement for a child.
But I would be the sun that on you smiled.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Mother’s Day

5/4: Mothers Are the Archetypes of Love

5/5: I Know I’m No Replacement for a Child

Mothers Are the Archetypes of Love

May 4, 2020

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 10.

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

A Mother’s Day poem about how a mother’s love is passed on through generations:

Mothers are the archetypes of love.

One loves as one has learned to love, and dances

To childhood tunes that one has learned by heart.

How daunting to assume that ancient part!

Enduring icon to untold romances

Replayed through generations of love’s art,

Still loving children whom one knows not of.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Mother’s Day

5/4: Mothers Are the Archetypes of Love

Future Selves Must Wait, Apart

May 3, 2020

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is psychology at 41.

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

A psychological number poem about someone who is going through the pain of a divorce:

Future selves must wait, apart.

Old whispers I do not restrain

Roam in me wild. Only

Thus I come to live again.

Yet for now I cannot start.

One gets used to being lonely;

No one presses on the heart.

Emptiness makes room for pain.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Psychology at 41

4/27: Forty-One Is Filled with Precious Longing

4/28: Forty-One Lingers in the Moment

4/29: Forty-One Still Sometimes Spreads Her Wings

4/30: Find Your Wilderness Within Your Heart

5/1: Forests Can Be Rooted in a Soul

5/2: For the Lucky Ones, Life Is Full of Love

5/3: Future Selves Must Wait, Apart

For the Lucky Ones, Life Is Full of Love

May 2, 2020

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is psychology at 41.

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

A psychological number poem about living a life full of love both at work and at play:

For the lucky ones, life is full of love.

One hears its music through both night and day,

Returning in the darkness to its beauty.

The work is just as joyful as the play,

Yielding pleasure that resilient proves.

One dances through the doldrums of one's duty,

Not only for the ends but for the moves,

Each a kind of worship, prayer, praise.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Psychology at 41

4/27: Forty-One Is Filled with Precious Longing

4/28: Forty-One Lingers in the Moment

4/29: Forty-One Still Sometimes Spreads Her Wings

4/30: Find Your Wilderness Within Your Heart

5/1: Forests Can Be Rooted in a Soul

5/2: For the Lucky Ones, Life Is Full of Love

Forests Can Be Rooted in a Soul

May 1, 2020

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is psychology at 41.

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

A psychological number poem about the need to enrich the imagination through wilderness:

Forests can be rooted in a soul.

Oceans inundate a tidal heart.

Remember to become a rock-ridged bowl,

The amphitheater that contains the whole,

Yet is of some grand peak a tiny part.

One’s time in tame surroundings takes its toll,

Nor can one grasp the grace beyond the goal

Except by practicing the rambler’s art.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Psychology at 41

4/27: Forty-One Is Filled with Precious Longing

4/28: Forty-One Lingers in the Moment

4/29: Forty-One Still Sometimes Spreads Her Wings

4/30: Find Your Wilderness Within Your Heart

5/1: Forests Can Be Rooted in a Soul

Find Your Wilderness Within Your Heart

April 30, 2020

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is psychology at 41.

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

A psychological number poem about the psychological benefits of imagining wilderness:

Find your wilderness within your heart,

Open country fringed by distant hills.

Remember it when civilization fills

The room with manic madness, tears apart

Your love, which all life’s desperate cries would still.

Open country waits upon your will,

Near as any moment. When furies start,

Enter it to undo undue ill.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Psychology at 41

4/27: Forty-One Is Filled with Precious Longing

4/28: Forty-One Lingers in the Moment

4/29: Forty-One Still Sometimes Spreads Her Wings

4/30: Find Your Wilderness Within Your Heart

Forty-One Still Sometimes Spreads Her Wings

April 29, 2020

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is psychology at 41.

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

A psychological number poem wishing someone continued joy in life even in the face of sorrow:

Forty-one still sometimes spreads her wings.

Over life she soars, as angels do,

Reveling in glory. Now she sings

The songs that make each moment ever new,

Years not years, things no longer things.

O long may she take flight, too joyful to

Not love life, though the world its sorrow brings,

Even to the heart, that sticks and stings.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Psychology at 41

4/27: Forty-One Is Filled with Precious Longing

4/28: Forty-One Lingers in the Moment

4/29: Forty-One Still Sometimes Spreads Her Wings