Jottings from a Poet's Notebook

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Of all the seasons of mind-body-spirit, spring has to be the best even if its summer should prove to be the most enjoyable; brimming with hope and anticipation, renewal and potential, it conspires with the human heart to bring out the best of us provided we let it, and self awareness is alert to how personal space both perceives, interprets and subsequently receives the world around us.

Oh, but it is so good to be alive on a beautiful day when we dare tell ourselves, if only briefly, how all that's dark and horrible in the world cannot touch us...

Spring itself may be near or far, but there is such a phenomenon as springtime of the heart and just how near or far that is remains up to us.

We need to feel the adrenalin, go with the flow...if only so we know the next BAD day/s won't last forever and life really IS worth the living whatever it may throw at us along the way.

JOTTINGS FROM A POET'S NOTEBOOK

Clouds, like soft soap bubbles giving

shape to wet dreams;

birds, but pretty spots on tired eyes,

a cacophony on the ear;

trees, like the bony legs of old men

arms flung wide, welcoming

Leaves, like prayer beads in the hands

of a dying nun;

grass, a doormat enduring the heavy

tread of world competition;

Earth, but a lump of clay, potential

for centuries of ambition

Ah, but a fair butterfly, fair phoenix

flying in the face of despair;

grasshoppers, joining in a hymn

to Earth Mother,

she, with the enigmatic smile,

all senses alive to spring

Daffodils, cheering us all on, no matter

if we win or lose

in ways of life, love, war and peace

few of us get to choose;
redeeming the world's false starts,

open windows, open hearts

Copyright R. N. Taber 2012