Today's
poem has not appeared on the blog since 2007, and I have since revised it; the
original version also appeared in a Drifting
Thoughts, Poetry Today (Forward Press), 2000.
I recall
once walking along the water’s edge in the moonlight. I was very unhappy. I saw
no point in continuing the battle of wits between head and heart. Yet, the
feisty beauty of a summer night touched whatever it is in us we like to call
‘soul’ and instead of lamenting an ending, I began to anticipate a new
beginning...
RIDERS OF THE WATCH
(Photo taken from the Internet)
RIDERS OF THE WATCH
Moon
shadows,
riding
white horses across a vast rippling plain
of dark
despair;
a dashing
of hooves,
indelible
imprint on what passes
for the
soul
Ghost
riders, all deceit and lies,
shivering,
shimmering, desperately willing us
to run...
Oh, but
where?
Stripped
bare, a lifetime's audacity;
time to
cast off the trappings and pretty wrappings
of
integrity;
Waves, a
crashing ovation
for
giving reason its marching orders, joining
the
heart’s accomplices
Ghost
riders, all deceit and lies,
shivering,
shimmering, desperately willing us
to run...
Regeneration
Moon
shadows, a force for salvation
among the
flotsam and jetsam of human frailty
left for
us beachcombers
to spot
and salvage
what
dreams we can (if at nature’s caprice)
without
losing face
Copyright
R. N. Taber 2000; 2011
[Note: An earlier version of this poem appears in Love And Human Remains by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2000]
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