Heartlands
Life
offers a variety of landscapes, each one a challenge; how we react to these
challenges, defines who we are…but
never believe that is written in
stone; we all have choices and, yes, we all make mistakes.
While
some mistakes can never be properly rectified, and may well haunt us all our
lives, we can at least try and compensate for them. Never easy, but a small
price to pay for peace of mind if a fragile one, yet strong enough, too, to survive the cut and thrust of human nature in response to which, for good or bad, we shape and reshape our very identity from cradle to grave...
I once asked a friend why he loved so exploring and didn't the potential dangers worry him ? He shrugged. "It's in the blood," said, but the trick is to know when and where to stop. That's in the blood, too," he added with a disarming grin. A good enough template for life for anyone, I thought at the time...and still do,
Oh, and as my mother would often tell me, the only way to think is positive ...or it's downhill all the way.
I once asked a friend why he loved so exploring and didn't the potential dangers worry him ? He shrugged. "It's in the blood," said, but the trick is to know when and where to stop. That's in the blood, too," he added with a disarming grin. A good enough template for life for anyone, I thought at the time...and still do,
Oh, and as my mother would often tell me, the only way to think is positive ...or it's downhill all the way.
HEARTLANDS
Forgotten
dreams, lost causes,
a
mountain of broken promises
daring us
climb and conquer,
save
ourselves and each other;
higher we
climb, farther away,
yet
bringing us closer every day
to a scary,
grey, loneliness,
weeping landscape
of distress
A faery mist
issuing a threat
to those
seeking an easy way out,
nature is
not (yet) done with us
in denial
of its greater mysteries;
kind faces
in clouds beckoning,
frail ego
and willpower conspiring
to revive
an all but dead hearth,
kiss the
sky and inherit the earth
Ghosts,
sharing our tears,
wiping
clear a window on years
that have
not been kind to us
nor we to
ourselves or each other;
parting
now, eyes wiped dry,
Apollo advising
let live, let die,
time to
descend the mountain,
into the
heartlands of its creation
Forgotten
dreams, lost causes,
a mountain
of broken promises
daring us
climb and conquer,
save ourselves
and each other;
no easy way
up or even down
only
(potentially) peace of mind
in scaling
peaks of desperation,
making
peace with imagination
Fearful, yes,
yet anxious to be seen
colouring
grey landscapes green
Copyright
R. N. Taber 2010
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