http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/R._N._Taber
Yes, a new poem today, appearing on both poetry blogs.
We
all like to think we have fewer flaws than the next person, but it is invariably
true of many if not most of us. Let’s face it, human nature is flawed, not
least because we often have reason to believe it has let is down, even failed us
with its complex set-up of contradictions, deceptions and preoccupation with
appearances. We can but do our best to overcome these, and most give it our
best shot; sadly, this often falls short of its target or misses it altogether,
not always our own fault, but down to our target being human and we human
beings adept at misreading signs in any shape or form. Many a close
relationship has failed dur to those concerned failing to see the bigger
picture; indeed, often enough, any picture other than they expect
to see it, regardless of how the other person’s expectations. Too few people
talk things over, but prefer to think that appearances speak for
themselves. Oh, but appearances rarely
do…
Now,
what has this preamble got to do with Christmas? Well, as much as it has to do
with daily life all year round, but more so because it is a religious celebration
and religion I meant to be about love, peace, and goodwill to all, not just the
select few that share and practise our own socio-cultural-religious views
and/or approach to life and people. While sharing and caring bring people
closer, it should not follow that ‘outsiders’ should be exempt from the caring
aspect which, in my experience – especially as a gay man – if often the case.
Whatever,
ENJOY the seasonal festivities whoever and wherever you are, regardless of
religion, race or sexuality; like it or not, we are a common humanity, and more
commonly flawed that many if not most of us care to admit, yours truly being no
exception.
CHRISTMAS, HALL OF MIRRORS
At
Christmas past,
wary
of all w
e might see. Memory Lane
not
always the pleasure
we
would have it be, certain moments
in
time best left for dead
than
revived, reawakened, reinvented,
turned
into pulp fiction by a mind-body-spirit
arguing
against redemption
At
Christmas past,
revisiting
ghosts, letting them stir us up
with
wooden spoons,
mixing
fairy tales, Santa Claus, and elves
into
an indigestible fudge
of
broken promises, missed opportunities,
playing
blame games as leave mind-body-spirit
to
filter the consequences
At
Christmas past,
calling
on ghosts to move on, leave us free
to
travel Memory Lane
as
it used to be, enjoy fun snowball fights
among
long-ago peers,
gifts
and fairy lights on Christmas trees,
messaging
home comforts and joy to passers-by,
carollers,
and rough sleepers
Christmas
Here-and Now,
calling
upon all we Children of Earth Mother
to
embrace the twin spirits
of
Peace and Goodwill, and play our part
(no
matter big or small)
in
showing the wariest and fragile of hearts
a
global consciousness that needs must prioritise
an
inclusive human kindness
Copyright
R.N. Taber, 2019
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