A Poet's Blog: Roger N.Taber shares his thoughts & poems...

Thoughts and observations by English poet Roger N. Taber, a retired librarian and poet-novelist.- "Ethnicity, Religion, Gender, Sexuality ... these are but parts of a whole. It is the whole that counts." RNT [NB While I have no wish to create a social network, I will always reply to critical emails about my poetry. Contact: rogertab@aol.com].

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Sadly, a bad fall in 2012 has left me with a mobility problem, and being diagnosed with prostate cancer the same year hasn't helped, but I get out and about with my trusty walking stick as much as I can, take each day as it comes and try to keep looking on the bright(er) side of life. Many of my poems reflect the need to nurture a positive-thinking mindset whatever life throws at us.

Sunday, 3 January 2016

A Growing Sense of Where Reason Fears to Tread


As I grow old (born 1945) I can’t help wondering if I may well have made fewer mistakes in life had I put more trust in heartfelt sensibilities and less in the (arguably) devious designs of reason.

Whatever, what is done is done and can never be undone although (sometimes) compensated for if only in part…provided we have (or can find) the heart for it.

A GROWING SENSE OF WHERE REASON FEARS TO TREAD

Days, weeks, years,
stretching across a wasteland
like a disused rail track
where ghosts play
at mind games to confuse us
about time lines

Time lines, in a haze
of remembrance playing fast
and loose with Memory
where conscience
pulls our strings and leads us
into shadowy places

In shadowy places,
wandering as lost and alone
as a child whose parent,
but for one awful moment 
in time let fall the clinging hand
into unbearable space

An awful vacuum
this freedom once longed for
with, oh, such passion,
meant to fire the flames 
of ambition, not made scapegoat
for an untimely burn out

Responsibility, moral
obligations where bucks stop
at a scary self-searching
where none so blind as dare 
not see block any home truths
demanding a voice

Home truths, eroding
comfort zones, pulling rugs
from under feet bent
on standing up to be seen 
scoring points over alternatives
and so-called 'betters'

Alternatives, for better
or worse, we’ll never know
unless given a voice, 
allowed to speak, make a case
for setting mind-body-spirit free
from dogma's chains

Mind, body, human spirit
stretching across a wasteland
like a disused rail track
where ghosts play football 
with 'live' heads, scoring off-side
more often than not

Copyright R. N. Taber 2016, 2019














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