A Poet's Blog: Roger N.Taber shares his thoughts & poems...

Thoughts and observations by English poet Roger N. Taber, a retired librarian and poet-novelist.- "Ethnicity, Religion, Gender, Sexuality ... these are but parts of a whole. It is the whole that counts." RNT [NB While I have no wish to create a social network, I will always reply to critical emails about my poetry. Contact: rogertab@aol.com].

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Sadly, a bad fall in 2012 has left me with a mobility problem, and being diagnosed with prostate cancer the same year hasn't helped, but I get out and about with my trusty walking stick as much as I can, take each day as it comes and try to keep looking on the bright(er) side of life. Many of my poems reflect the need to nurture a positive-thinking mindset whatever life throws at us.

Saturday, 7 January 2012

The (Human) Jungle OR The Secret Life of a Nine-to-Fiver


This poem appeared on the blog in 2010 as 'Where The River Bends'. Readers ‘Petra’ and ‘Karl’ have approved the new title and suggested I repeat it to help make returning to work in rain, snow or whatever after the Christmas and New Year breaks just that little bit more bearable. True, and it used to work for me every time before I retired in 2008, and still does, especially when I'm having a bad day with various health issues ...

Oh, but isn't imagination a wonderful thing?!

THE (HUMAN) JUNGLE or THE SECRET LIFE OF A NINE-TO-FIVER

Tracking a path through a forest of pine,
nature music all around, leading me where
feisty river’s twisting here, turning there,
and I pausing at each bend to cock an ear
for a lyric like no other, hidden away
in a mystic mist hugging me as if to keep
me safe from surly giants on the prowl
though (for sure) they mean me no harm

Silver, the river, blending with mist and sun,
covering me so that I am like royalty dressed
for a state occasion, needing only a crown
to let me call this fairy tale kingdom my own
and if a part of me knows (for sure) I dream
I cannot resist but must follow, follow, for all
its twists, turns, glorious music and a lyric
I can barely make out, straining to interpret

Birds and beasts of the forest shadowing me
as if at Earth Mother’s command, she concerned
for me as I track the eternal river through
a forest of pine, alone, ill-prepared for its twists
and turns and a mist cloaking me in silver,
making me into something, someone, I am not
yet I love how it shines me against the dark
enough (for sure) to scare off any malign spirits

Oh, to walk free and safe among Nature’s own,
let my senses run wild yet still retain a keen sense
of proportion, equilibrium, a feeling for fair play
that lets the river run, the trees grow, the birds sing
and beasts live, learn, and teach before dying
about the meaning of it all; no exceptions, even
for the likes of you and I. Stop! Look and see
the concrete jungle we’ve chosen for our reality

No fairy tale ending. Magical forest and silver river
insisting I cross the damn road, get to work on time

Copyright R. N. Taber 2010; 2015

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