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Today’s poem - another villanelle - was first written in 2002 and
published in an anthology the following year before I included it
in my collection.
Why do I make revisions at all? During the process of preparing my collection
for publication to Google Play in e-format, I find myself dissatisfied with some
poems for reasons not always obvious, even to me; most, it has to do with how a
poems ‘flows’ – or doesn’t, as the case may be.
Given that I’ve never really got along with most members of
either my immediate or extended family, good friends have always been
especially important to me. (Yes, even those of the ‘fair weather’ variety.) As I
grow old (71 now and live alone) I am, oh, so thankful to and for good friends. and value our friendship even more.
FRIENDS
Come some dark, lonely night
or saddest sunny day,
find friends, making it all right
At one with moon and starlight
kept at bay,
come some dark, lonely, night
Wherever a so-weepy half-light
gone charcoal grey,
find friends, making it all right
Find home fires burning bright
(shaping our clay)
come some dark, lonely night
Losing out (again) taking fright
of facing another day;
find friends, making it all right
Oh, but no kinder end or respite
from worldly rites of way;
come some darkest, longest night,
find friends, making it all right
Copyright R. N. Taber 2003; 2018
[Note: An earlier version of this poem first appeared under the title 'Among Friends, Music to the Ears' in an anthology, Where the Words take You, Anchor Books [Forward Press] 2003 and subsequently in The Third Eye (2004) by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2004.]
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