Tuesday, January 17, 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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CUDDLE PUP

                      Again, our little cuddle-pup’s tucked in
                      Beside my hip, as I sit here to write,
                      Just pondering where my poem might begin
                      And whether aimed at insight or delight.

                      But now at hearing kitchen sounds
                      Suggesting that her breakfast’s being made,
                      She quickly lifts her agile self and bounds
                      Towards the spot where her food bowl is laid.

                      Though mundane as the subject of a verse,
                      This little episode, in after-years,
                       May be relived and serve then to disburse
                       More recollections of our bygone dears.

                            But wait!  Stay here in this delightful Now,
                            Enjoying this, before I take my bow.








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