http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/R._N._Taber
Regular
readers will know that I am having a hard time dealing with various health issues at the moment. No matter how aware and /or reminded we
may be that there are many people out there a lot worse off than ourselves, it
is small comfort in the circumstances and does little or nothing to ease our
own distress. Selfish? Probably, yes, but I suspect it is human nature to see
little further than our own problems from time to time.
I
have often said that various forms of creative therapy can save us from going
into free fall; the arts have a central role here, but so, too, do crafts,
gardening etc. For me, of course, it has to be poetry, and – for better or
worse (for the reader, that is) – I practise what a preach.
We
all know, and it goes without saying (doesn't it?) that, in the absence of Apollo, and as someone’s
family member, friend or neighbour we all have a supporting role to play from time to time in their lives … well,
don’t we?
HELPING HANDS AT CLIFF EDGES
Hanging
on,
wanting,
needing to let go
but
for old habits
kicking
in where life instinct
ever
made itself heard
even
to deaf ears, mind-body-spirit
older
than its years,
risen
above its tears for fears
of
living nightmares,
fingertips
clinging to cliff edges
above
an indifferent sea
Hanging
on,
wanting,
needing to let go
but
for happy times
in
the company of loved ones
haunting
me;
cinema
of mind-body-spirit providing
private
viewing
intended
to kill tears for fears
of
living nightmares,
lend
fingertips at this cliff edge
a
helping hand
Hanging
on,
wanting,
needing to let go
though
an old stand-by
making
its presence felt yet again,
climbing
up my spine;
no nasty creepy crawly thing, this,
but bent
on killing off
tears
for fears of living nightmares
with
positive thoughts,
lend
fingertips at any cliff edge
a
helping hand
Hanging
on,
wind
turning southerly now,
as
if anxious to prove
a kindness exists beyond any stormy gusts
as
buffeted me here,
reminding
me that hope springs eternal
and
love never dies
in a mind-body-spirit up for more
than
alien sentiments
bent
on sending it to The Edge
ever bargain for
Safe,
if shaken,
but
still on dry land for taking
Apollo’s
helping hand,
up
for a marriage of mind-body-spirit
with
a past-present-future
acknowledging
errors, working on any flaws
of
(human) nature,
taking
heart in playing its part
(however
small)
in
keeping a kinder perspective,
resist free fall
Copyright
R.N. Taber, 2020
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]
<< Home