Today’s post is duplicated on both poetry blogs.
After a sleepless night on Friday, I managed to get a reasonable
night’s sleep last night so am feeling less washed out today. I don’t mind
anyone throwing a late-night party now and then, but ALL night is not fair on
the neighbours in a residential area.
Now, I promised everyone a new poem so this post is duplicated on
both poetry blogs.
Meanwhile...
Reader, ‘William’ who has to use an Internet café to go on-line
has asked me to repeat the link to my YouTube channel. I hope you enjoy it. My friend and cameraman
Graham and I are hoping to record more poems ‘on location’ for YouTube during
this year:
Meanwhile...
Raking
the heart’s embers is easy enough. It takes but one precious memory to stir the
flames of a love that was never meant to fulfil its promises...until, with all
the passion of regret, we can but watch them fall away.
Now,
a man or woman may be gay or straight, but neither is more or less vulnerable
than the other to a love that, for whatever reason, is a secret only two will
ever share.
KEEPER
OF THE FLAME
I pile
on wood,
and the
flames leap higher,
bringing
us together
as we
were that summer
we’d
meet up again
and
again to go swimming
in
the sunshine,
walking
in the rain,
playing
with fire
from
each dawn to sunset,
now flaring,
now fading
like love’s
wistful voices,
its weepy
echoes
I
pile on wood,
and the
flames are dancing,
lovers
romancing
as we
were that summer
we’d
cherish
precious moments together,
each
one stolen
from
those who thought
they
knew us,
yet never
once suspecting
we
were lovers,
not just
best of friends
hamming
it up
I run
out of wood,
and too soon
the flames start
to
fall away
like
an audience once a play
has
reached an ending
well
deserving of applause
even
if no one cares
to
admit the staged goings-on
were
too close
for
comfort, disturbing
vulnerable
ghosts
ever
tearful for being shut
in
some secret closet
Fire smouldering,
but a flicker
braving
it out
Copyright R. N.
Taber 2012
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