A Feeling for Life

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Where there is life there will one day be death. Can we trust the poetry of love to inspire us with a spirituality transcending both?  I happen to think so. Whatever, we should never underestimate the sum total of our lives or see the creating of even a single love poem as time wasted.

As for love itself, it comes in various shapes and forms...like poetry.

Me, I enjoy reading and writing poems. Most of us, I suspect, simply get on with the business of living them.

  

 A FEELING FOR LIFE

As Death stretches out

a greedy hand to take you,

too well I understand

its craving for a life-saving

beauty

As Death holds up

a forbidding hand  to me,

too well it understands

my craving for a life-saving

passion

Death’s hands spread

in despair at failing to keep

me from you; over life,

its victory assured, but never

over love

Where the world lies

in Death’s grasping palms,

find immortality

in every love poem that

ever lived

Copyright R. N. Taber 2004; 2012

[Note: An earlier version of this poem appears in 1^st eds. of The Third Eye by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2004; 2^nd (revised) e-edition in preparation.]]