A Shared Antipathy For Beer Can Rings OR Marine Life Under Threat
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Regular readers will know I have always loved Brighton (East Sussex) and been a regular visitor there for more than fifty years. I often go there on my birthday even though it is in December; I started writing this poem there on my 63rd birthday and finished it on the train back to London.
Several readers have kindly contacted me to say how much they enjoyed the poems I read in Brighton for YouTube last December.
[Find these and others at: http://www.youtube.com/rogerNtaber ]
Thanks for that, folks. Encouraging feedback is always gratefully received, especially as I find reading outdoors quite hard since there are always so many distractions.
I included today’s poem in my latest poetry collection. Regular readers will also know that all my poetry titles are listed on amazon.co.uk (with some readers’ reviews) if anyone is interested. They can be ordered at any UK bookstore. Alternatively, (signed) copies of most of my collections are available (now FREE + Postage) to overseas readers as my collections are only on sale in the UK. [Contact: rogertab@aol.com with ‘Blog Reader’ in the subject field.]
My poetry books contain a mixture of gay-interest and other poems, divided into themed sections for easy reading; there are about 20 – 25 poems per section so readers can just pick one and then try another section another time. [I should say that my critics complain I crowd my books with too many poems. I take their point, but readers seem to enjoy having six or seven little poetry books in one. So I think I’ll stick with my readers rather than pander to the critics for my next collection in 2012.]
On the whole, Brighton beach is kept remarkably clean and tidy; all the more remarkable for the way some people simply toss their litter away where they stand (on the beach or even in the sea; both present a danger to wildlife) rather than find a waste bin.
This poem is a villanelle.
A SHARED ANTIPATHY FOR BEER CAN RINGS or MARINE LIFE UNDER THREAT
We kept the most curious company,
watching waves clear beer cans rings away;
clouds, a crab, two seagulls and me
A spring twilight glowing beautifully,
footprints unable though longing to stay;
we kept the most curious company
I wondered, what do they think of me?
Could we converse, whatever would we say,
clouds, a crab, two seagulls and me?
Clouds, lamenting pollution, I dare say,
crab and gulls much the same of the sea;
we kept the most curious company
On one thing we’d be sure to agree,
the world doesn’t see things nature’s way;
clouds, a crab, two seagulls and me
A sudden rush of waves hit me angrily,
a smoky dusk making a meal of us per se;
we kept the most curious company;
clouds, a crab, two seagulls and me
[Brighton, East Sussex (UK), May 2008]
[From: On The Battlefields Of Love by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2010]
PS The use of 'per se' in the 6th stanza is yet another example of the liberties I often take with 'hidden' rhyme; i.e. sounds that are similar but not an exact rhyming match.
Regular readers will know I have always loved Brighton (East Sussex) and been a regular visitor there for more than fifty years. I often go there on my birthday even though it is in December; I started writing this poem there on my 63rd birthday and finished it on the train back to London.
Several readers have kindly contacted me to say how much they enjoyed the poems I read in Brighton for YouTube last December.
[Find these and others at: http://www.youtube.com/rogerNtaber ]
Thanks for that, folks. Encouraging feedback is always gratefully received, especially as I find reading outdoors quite hard since there are always so many distractions.
I included today’s poem in my latest poetry collection. Regular readers will also know that all my poetry titles are listed on amazon.co.uk (with some readers’ reviews) if anyone is interested. They can be ordered at any UK bookstore. Alternatively, (signed) copies of most of my collections are available (now FREE + Postage) to overseas readers as my collections are only on sale in the UK. [Contact: rogertab@aol.com with ‘Blog Reader’ in the subject field.]
My poetry books contain a mixture of gay-interest and other poems, divided into themed sections for easy reading; there are about 20 – 25 poems per section so readers can just pick one and then try another section another time. [I should say that my critics complain I crowd my books with too many poems. I take their point, but readers seem to enjoy having six or seven little poetry books in one. So I think I’ll stick with my readers rather than pander to the critics for my next collection in 2012.]
On the whole, Brighton beach is kept remarkably clean and tidy; all the more remarkable for the way some people simply toss their litter away where they stand (on the beach or even in the sea; both present a danger to wildlife) rather than find a waste bin.
This poem is a villanelle.
A SHARED ANTIPATHY FOR BEER CAN RINGS or MARINE LIFE UNDER THREAT
We kept the most curious company,
watching waves clear beer cans rings away;
clouds, a crab, two seagulls and me
A spring twilight glowing beautifully,
footprints unable though longing to stay;
we kept the most curious company
I wondered, what do they think of me?
Could we converse, whatever would we say,
clouds, a crab, two seagulls and me?
Clouds, lamenting pollution, I dare say,
crab and gulls much the same of the sea;
we kept the most curious company
On one thing we’d be sure to agree,
the world doesn’t see things nature’s way;
clouds, a crab, two seagulls and me
A sudden rush of waves hit me angrily,
a smoky dusk making a meal of us per se;
we kept the most curious company;
clouds, a crab, two seagulls and me
[Brighton, East Sussex (UK), May 2008]
[From: On The Battlefields Of Love by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2010]
PS The use of 'per se' in the 6th stanza is yet another example of the liberties I often take with 'hidden' rhyme; i.e. sounds that are similar but not an exact rhyming match.
Labels: Brighton (Sussex), human, litter, live, nature, poetry, pollution, seaside
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