On Hampstead Heath
Hampstead Heath comprises rolling acres of green landscape in London close to where I live. I love it. Now, even Turner’s famous painting of the Heath could not do justice to this beautiful spot although he comes close. As for me, I cannot expect to come even that close in my poems! Even so, if we let ourselves feel intimidated by the great masters of any genre, we may well never attempt anything. Besides, the joy of doing is as great as the thrill of achieving if not more so. As for success, whatever form it takes, that is a nothing more or less than a nice bonus.
More about the Heath at: http://hampsteadheath.net
This poem is a villanelle.
ON HAMPSTEAD HEATH
Glittering pools of light
among acres of grass,
swans in graceful flight
Crest to climb, fly a kite
on a city made of glass;
glittering pools of light
Ducks a common sight,
geese making room to pass,
swans in graceful flight
Trees voicing nature’s right
to co-exist in peace;
glittering pools of light
Though dog owners bite
and parents fuss,
swans in graceful flight
Of leafy goings-on at night,
it but whispers…
Glittering pools of light,
swans in graceful flight
Copyright R. N. Taber 2010
[From: On the Battlefields of Love by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2010]
Labels: art, England, Hampstead, Heath, human spirit, imagination, inspiration, life, London (UK), mind-body-spirit, nature, poetry, positive thinking, spirituality
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