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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.

Wednesday, 4 December 2019

An Inspired Storytelling


This poem/post is from my gay-interest blog archives for February 2016

Regular readers will know how I love wandering along the seashore at any time of year, especially where I can travel through time and space to relive and enjoy happy memories.

When I was a boy, and as a teenager, I would listen to sea shells and hear things no one else ever told me, reassurance I would not find at home or school as I struggled to come to terms with life, love and an awakening homosexuality. 

It was a habit that would never leave me and one I enjoy to this day.  Now, of course, I am growing old, although I suspect the need for reassurance is rarely far away for any of us.

AN INSPIRED STORYTELLING

A collector’s prize seashell,
pretty on the outside, empty within
but for nature’s restless swell,
warning the world of its potential
for ruin…

I came, listening intently
to the shell’s graphic storytelling,
a fast-growing empathy...
with twilight’s tides swirling
on the eye, magical tales
about everyday lives on the sea
as brave as Odysseus of old nor less
every one, a hero than he

Stirred by the sheer presence
of gay folks negotiating life’s tides
come storms or whatever forces
may see us to harbour or our graves,
I replaced the shell, oh, so gently
for others to find, hear all it has to say
on living life to the full, proudly, echoes 
ringing in my ears to this day

Heart lost, now navigating
its tides’ rise and fall, no empty shell
but fuller, bolder, for hearing tell
how nature defines and redefines us, 
one and all…

Copyright R. N. Taber 2010; 2019

[Note: This poem a revised version of a poem that appears as ‘Researching Seashells’ in  On the Battlefields of Love by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2010.]



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