Fifty-Three Remains an Open Field

August 30, 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.

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

A psychological number poem about a woman who drags her hidden pain out into the healing light:

Fifty-three remains an open field,
Intimate with solitude and sky.
For her the child still lingers in the light,
There being wonder in the wisps of why,
Yielding all of life that life can yield.

There are no memories that must be sealed,
Holding tears too terrible to cry,
Resting places restless in the night.
Each ghost is hung out in the sun to dry,
Each wound recleansed until completely healed.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Psychology
August 24: To Know Another, One Must Be Insane
August 25: Tonight, There Are No Stars
August 26: Depression Comes with the Territory
August 27: Why Am I the Mirror of Your Heart
August 28: Fearing for My Sanity
August 29: Emptiness Costs a Bit Extra
August 30: Fifty-Three Remains an Open Field

Emptiness Costs a Bit Extra

August 29, 2020

Dear Subscriber:

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

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

A psychological number poem about the need for inner space:

Emptiness costs a bit extra:
In distant horizons there is peace.
Given two windows on a whitewashed world,
How could one not long for the sea?
The soul wings it out to the horizon,
Yet stays contented in a well-ordered room.

Sing to the gauze-covered shallows,
Inlets and coves and the open sea!
Xylophones tingle on porches unseen.

© by Nicholas Gordon

To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/empti.html. For more psychological poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/psychologicalpoems.html.

This week’s theme: Psychology
August 24: To Know Another, One Must Be Insane
August 25: Tonight, There Are No Stars
August 26: Depression Comes with the Territory
August 27: Why Am I the Mirror of Your Heart
August 28: Fearing for My Sanity
August 29: Emptiness Costs a Bit Extra

Fearing for My Sanity

August 28, 2020

Dear Subscriber:

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

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

A psychological and philosophical poem about the whys and wherefores of doing as you please:

Fearing for my sanity,
I shed my shirt and tie,
Walked out on my rectitude
And waved myself goodbye.

I did precisely as I pleased,
Said only what was true;
Cared not a whit whom I might hurt
Or what debts might be due;

Chose my orbit on my own
And lived by my own light,
Hurtling through the gravities
That rule the lidless night;

Unknowing in my innocence
The iron laws that be,
And that the more I worked my will,
The less I would be free.

© by Nicholas Gordon

To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/fearin.html. For more psychological poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/psychologicalpoems.html.

This week’s theme: Psychology
August 24: To Know Another, One Must Be Insane
August 25: Tonight, There Are No Stars
August 26: Depression Comes with the Territory
August 27: Why Am I the Mirror of Your Heart
August 28: Fearing for My Sanity

Why Am I the Mirror of Your Heart

August 27, 2020

Dear Subscriber:

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

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

A psychological poem about the mystery of empathy:

Why am I the mirror of your heart,
Reflecting without depth your deepest pain,
Revisiting your hell again, again,
As though you were a well-wrought work of art?
Why do I vicariously take part
In suffering you barely can sustain,
Witnessing your agony in vain,
Tracing chaos too profound to chart?
Each night obsessively I come to you,
Eager to devour your bitter fruit,
Uneasy through the doldrums of my day.
Watching is, alas, what I can do,
As though my gaze were contribution mute,
Sharing your unease in some small way.

© by Nicholas Gordon

To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/whyami.html. For more psychological poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/psychologicalpoems.html.

This week’s theme: Psychology
August 24: To Know Another, One Must Be Insane
August 25: Tonight, There Are No Stars
August 26: Depression Comes with the Territory
August 27: Why Am I the Mirror of Your Heart

Depression Comes with the Territory

August 26, 2020

Dear Subscriber:

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

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

A psychological poem about a normal dose of depression:

Depression comes with the territory.
Evenings, one savors the fading light.
Perhaps one fears the coming night,
Recoiling from its mystery.
Even so, life still has grace.
Sunlight bursts into the room,
Singing like a thrush in June,
In passionate love with time and place.
One faces illness, pain, and death;
Nor would one leave this house of breath.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Psychology
August 24: To Know Another, One Must Be Insane
August 25: Tonight, There Are No Stars
August 26: Depression Comes with the Territory

Tonight There Are No Stars

August 25, 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.

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

A psychological number poem about the angst of youth:

Tonight there are no stars. The air seems
Wild with hunger. All night it remains
Evening. Desire seems almost like regret.
Not even ecstasy will calm us. Let
The singers fill the darkness. Our games
Yield only hours. We wait. Time redeems.

To dream's the calling of a youth, yet
Who dares call together all those dreams,
Or touch the ones selected for the flames?

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Psychology
August 24: To Know Another, One Must Be Insane
August 25: Tonight There Are No Stars

To Know Another, One Must Be Insane

August 24, 2020

Dear Subscriber:

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

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

A psychological number poem about how to escape one’s personal black hole:

To know another, one must be insane.
Words whisper songs we've heard a thousand times.
Even silence babbles like the moon.
No light escapes one's personal black hole,
Though in its massive grip all light is bent.
Yet there remains love for these leaves in the wind.

One’s love is like a deep, saltwater pool
No thought will ever bathe in. Come rest with us
Easy in this wordless, selfless sea.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Psychology
August 24: To Know Another, One Must Be Insane