Friday, September 22, 2017


AFTERWORD

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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REINCARNATION

                      How comforting to think we’ve many lives,
                      That something of our essence still survives
                      To grow and flourish with experience
                      So over eons we’ll become less dense
                      As Homo sapiens sapiens grows wise.








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Monday, September 18, 2017

 

ON BEING
 
 The miracle, marvel and wonder of being
Is something about which there’s no disagreeing,
With a Source, we suppose, though no sure way of seeing.







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