Winter Sunshine
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However cold it gets, it is always GOOD to see a smile, if only a flicker of one, on the faces of even the most dour among us.
This poem has been requested by ‘Bradley’ for his mother, Helen ‘...for no other reason than I like it and it makes me think of spring.’ Bradley adds that he only discovered the blog recently after a friend gave him On the Battlefields of Love for a birthday present, and ‘...I now read a poem or two most days.’ Welcome to the blog, Bradley! Oh, and here’s wishing you a belated Happy Birthday too.
Bradley adds, ‘I never thought of myself as a poetry person and used to think it was an elitist genre, but am beginning to see what I have missed.’ Now, that made my day. Bringing just one person to poetry for the first time has to be every poet’s dream. I only hope Bradley stays with us when he discovers what my critics insist is an anachronistic passion for rhyme.
WINTER SUNSHINE
Could be forgiven for thinking
it’s already spring
Blue skies, a kindly sun smiling
on huddled streets
Children playing, their laughter
tugging at the heart
A funeral procession demanding
we show respect
Glossy carbuncles confounding
their critics
Second thoughts setting us up
for more mind games
Could be forgiven for thinking
it’s already spring
Copyright R. N. Taber 2007
[From: On the Battlefields Of Love, by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2010]
However cold it gets, it is always GOOD to see a smile, if only a flicker of one, on the faces of even the most dour among us.
This poem has been requested by ‘Bradley’ for his mother, Helen ‘...for no other reason than I like it and it makes me think of spring.’ Bradley adds that he only discovered the blog recently after a friend gave him On the Battlefields of Love for a birthday present, and ‘...I now read a poem or two most days.’ Welcome to the blog, Bradley! Oh, and here’s wishing you a belated Happy Birthday too.
Bradley adds, ‘I never thought of myself as a poetry person and used to think it was an elitist genre, but am beginning to see what I have missed.’ Now, that made my day. Bringing just one person to poetry for the first time has to be every poet’s dream. I only hope Bradley stays with us when he discovers what my critics insist is an anachronistic passion for rhyme.
Winter Sun, Lavacourt by Claude Monet
Could be forgiven for thinking
it’s already spring
Blue skies, a kindly sun smiling
on huddled streets
Children playing, their laughter
tugging at the heart
A funeral procession demanding
we show respect
Glossy carbuncles confounding
their critics
Second thoughts setting us up
for more mind games
Could be forgiven for thinking
it’s already spring
Copyright R. N. Taber 2007
[From: On the Battlefields Of Love, by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2010]
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