View from a Church Window

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Today’s poem is an early poem albeit slightly revised. Having been partially deaf since  childhood, I possibly developed a perceptive inner ear at an early age. At the same time, I became increasingly aware of other people’s inner deafness.

Kissing Gate

VIEW FROM A CHURCH WINDOW

There’s a thrill of blossom

on the old tree,

a greeny-white chirrup

of noise bouncing

gently, like a rubber ball at play

in child hands

Every nuance of creation

about the old tree

tuned to perfection, you and me 

shaking our heads

at confetti coming down on us

like acid rain

A hymn to life, its beauty!

Leaves, wind wafers

tongued, but oh so lightly

at the kissing gate 

over there, inviting all humanity,

to love and let love

Here,taking a dimmer view

of immortality

as we pass our seasons by,

grown deaf  to each leaf,

rarely (if ever) making time

to wonder why

Copyright R. N. Taber 1997; 2013

[Note: This poem has been slightly revised from an earlier version that appeared in several poetry magazines between 1997-2000 and an anthology, Changing Seasons, Poetry Today [Forward Press] 1998 and subsequently in Love and Human Remains by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2000.]