Thursday, January 29, 2015


          If something’s priceless then it’s worth a lot,
          But something worthless certainly is not—
          What can it be, if price and worth are one,
          That makes this match a false comparison?
               Yet it is often said that one may know
               The price of everything but worth forego.


Wednesday, January 28, 2015


Gentle Reader,

What you’ll find below is an upside-down anthology of sorts: a journal of my frequent morning musings from January 2008 till now, in reverse order.

Much of what I write here is verse in traditional rhymed iambic pentameters, old fashioned in form but contemporary in topics and idiom. It asks to be read aloud so that the effects of rhyme and meter may be felt.

Sometimes I write brief prose essays, but even my verses are essays, or attempts, pursuing a line of thought to some conclusion, though more sonorously than those in prose: discursive verses, I call them.

In either case, you’re the reader over my shoulder as I write, which makes my writing different than when I have no audience in mind but only a vague urge to express. So I thank you for whatever attention you give my words and thoughts and feelings because you might so easily attend to something else, and you soon will.

To beguile you to linger longer, though, I’ve coupled most of my compositions with a photo or image I’ve taken or borrowed, which often corresponds with my words of that day.

Thank you for visiting here.  I hope you enjoy your stay and are moved to come back soon.

—Alan Nordstrom

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            Of all the things we truly need to know,             
            For our own happiness and others’ too,            
            To keep us in a blissful state of flow,            
            There’s one thing that’s preeminently true:

            Which is to recognize all humankind            
            Are kin and share the same essential need            
            For ecstasy, toward which we’re all inclined,            
            Transcending envy, selfishness and greed. 

               The peace that follows reaching such a state                
               Is something only kindness can create.


Tuesday, January 27, 2015


           We were implicit in the grand Big Bang
           From which the blooming universe arose,
           And were there heavenly angels there, they sang
           Of coming glories, we may well suppose—

           How out of nothing: everything would come,       
           Developing a cosmic edifice       
          And ultimately us, who seek to plumb       
          The depths of mystery creating this.

          There may be consciousness far more advanced      
          In the awesome infinity of space       
          That patient evolution has enhanced      
          And elevated to a greater grace,

             Still, it would be more prudent to presume
            Our prime imperative’s avoiding doom.


Monday, January 26, 2015


             We must suppose within the vasts of space
             That other living creatures have evolved,
             Although as yet we haven’t found a trace
             Of them—a mystery still to be resolved.

             It’s simply the clear fact that we are here
             In this small speck of the wide universe
             Implies life elsewhere’s likely to appear:
             The cosmic womb would yet again disburse.

             That being so, why haven’t we as yet
             Discovered evidence to prove as fact
             That other life exists we haven’t met,
             Except perhaps our fear of being attacked?

                  Let sleeping aliens lie, for if they come,
                  That’s it for us—it’s better to play dumb.


Sunday, January 25, 2015


      In us the universe may realize
      Self-consciousness and come to understand
      The vast intelligence that underlies
      A mystery so awesome and so grand.

      When Homo sapiens grows sapient
      Beyond the follies that have long prevailed, 
      We’ll come to recognize our true intent
      And what in our potential is entailed.

      The harbingers of wisdom long have taught
      The way of kindness and solicitude,
      The virtues and the graces that we ought
      To realize, that need to be pursued.

           On Earth we humans play the leading role,
           And knowing who we are is our clear goal.


Saturday, January 24, 2015


          Joe Biden and John Boehner sat behind
          The President then giving his address,
          And anyone who was not color blind
          Observing them would readily confess
               The brownest of the three was Speaker Boehner—
               To call that racist, though, is a no-brainer.