Love, Getting the Better of its Nemeses
Who cannot, in one way or another, relate to a love poem?
Personal
though they may be for the poet, love poems are (like love) for everyone whatever their ethnicity, creed, sex or sexuality ...
Love is not only timeless in the sense that it exists within the human psyche forever in the form of remembrance, it has the capacity for rising above any prejudice or whatever thrown at it for reasons best known to the its nemeses.
Love is not only timeless in the sense that it exists within the human psyche forever in the form of remembrance, it has the capacity for rising above any prejudice or whatever thrown at it for reasons best known to the its nemeses.
Spring showers,
ever overtaking us
like
hours in a day,
recalling a Once-Upon-A-Time
we let
love have its way
Summer
storms, ever overtaking us
like
months, years,
since first we dared kiss as lovers
through bitter-sweet
tears
Autumn leaves,
pausing as they pass
to write songl lyrics
about lovers
the whole world over
disproving
cynics and clerics
Dead leaves,
drifting past my window,
trees
(for now) bare…
signs that
even cock robin’s bravado
cannot
deny winter is here
Nature, a mirror to our every
season;
love, even by time, never
overtaken
Copyright
R. N. Taber 2009
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